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Spooks' Fate.

(because most fruitcake I've met taste like a fate worse than Death)

Newt Wake?

Root Fake! >X}

Or root steak, for all those who crave a vegan option.

Suit Bake! xD

It is a fruitcake
Completely rubbery, fake
Do not stay awake

Hoot wake. When an owl wakes you up at night.

Fruitcake:

Do it we bake?
Is it awake?
Does it know how to brake?
Are they named Jake?

How many to make?
How many to take?
Can it cross a lake?
Are they easy to fake?

It doesn't matter what's at stake,
Or how many leaves are raked,
Or if the snow is falling in flakes,
All that matters is that they don't jake brake!

Nude break

How I do love most every cake,
I eat enough the scale to break,
No sponge nor icing, my craving will slake,
Yet there is one foul substance I gladly forsake
That chunky, funky mess, it must be a mistake.
Cry horror and run, your tastebuds' souls it will take,
Season's greetings, it snarls, the vile fruitcake.

Ooof, these are amazing. Let me tally up things, and then I'll post the new word.

The new word is: Gingerbread!

Kitty's dead

NO. BAD MDOM.

Okay so, honestly, first thing that came to mind was "finger wed". No clue what that would be -- maybe like a more serious form of a pinky promise?

Think I will stick with the poem format that was kinda fun to write.

Little man, don't ride that sled,
Little man, just stay home in bed.
Little man, please walk instead,
Little man, you'll break your head,
Little man, crash! You're dead.
Little man, we'll be well fed....
Little man of gingerbread.

Let me add just a

tinge of red.