Cupcakes

I make cupcakes.
I pile cupcakes up high to make a wall.
I make three more walls of cupcakes.
I make a ceiling and a floor of cupcakes.
I make doors and windows of cupcakes.
I make a bed of cupcakes.
I make an oven of cupcakes.
I make a computer of cupcakes.
I make myself hungry with all this making.
I make myself stressed wondering if I should eat my house of cupcakes.
I make up my mind not to because it would ruin the house.
Children come and make holes in my house by eating it.
This makes me sad.
I put the children into my oven of cupcakes.
I make them into cupcakes to fix the holes in my house.
The smell of fresh cupcakes makes me more hungry.