Disclaimer: All characters belong to Tamora Pierce and the song/poem used is "Cups and Cakes" by Spinal Tap.
AN: I came up with this one while listening to my music and "Cups and Cakes" started to play, I hope you enjoy!
Dom stood and cleared his throat trying to gain the attention of those around him. It wasn't until Kel gently tapped her silverware against her goblet that the room fell quite. Dom smiled gratefully at her before he cleared his throat again.
"Thank you all for coming to the wedding of my beloved cousin Sir Meathead. I know, most of the family thought that this day would never come. After all, we never thought that respectable woman would be willing to not only agree to court him but marrying him just seemed like too much to hope for." A small round of laughter erupted from those around Dom.
"Now, as I'm sure I'm not the only one who has had to suffer the many horrible poems created, recited, and quite frankly sometimes even sung," Dom shivered, "in his horrible voice." There were several mumbles of agreement from those who were in page training with Neal. "I would like to share one, quite possibly the very first one that my dear cousin ever created. I believe he was four at the time."
Dom cleared his throat and began to recite from memory the poem that Neal had written so long ago:
"Cups and cakes, cups and cakes
Oh what good things mother makes!
You've gotta take tea, won't you take it with me?
What a gay time it will be
"Cups and cakes, cups and cakes
Please make sure that nothing breaks
The china's so dear and the treacle so clear
And I'm glad that you are here
"Milk and sugar, bread and jam
'Yes please, sir' and 'Thank you, ma'am'
Here I am
"Cups and cakes, cups and cakes
I'm so full my tummy aches
How sad it must end
But I'm glad I'd a friend
Sharing cups and cakes with me"
The room roared with laughter once again as Dom finished his recital. "Yuki, you are a brave woman to have agreed to marry my cousin, I would say that his poetry has gotten better over the years, but in all truth, I think his best poetry was when he was four and made an ode to cups and cakes."