A simple poem

[Silas Thorne]

Hunting for books on cultural anthropology
I came across a young woman
bearing cakes, and covered delectables
into the library lift.
'They're not for me' she said, with a smile.
I saw her on the way in,
and again, on the way out,
but she didn't give me a cake.

[jon1jt]

It's okay, but the ending falls short (a bit flat), even stated as a jestful afterthought. Seems a bit strange that she'd give you a piece of cake after telling you they're not hers. Or even if they were hers.

[kiz_paws]

Hunting for books on cultural anthropology
I came across a young woman
bearing cakes, and covered delectables
into the library lift.
'They're not for me' she said, with a smile.
I saw her on the way in,
and again, on the way out,
but she didn't give me a cake.I thought this was a cute poem.

Her defending the armload of sweets brought the real world into the poem (does that make sense?) -- in that it is so typical of a girl to say this. ;)