Bake A Cake

So, you know I'm coming,
well, there's no excuse.
Fire up the stove
can't you?

I got no real preference
for sponge or heavy fruit.
Just add that sugar
mommy.

I'll knock hard just twice,
like the postman rang -
see what's laid on the
table.

I read all your letters
and one from a friend.
Who was slicing
your pie?

I'll know when you kiss me
if you baked for me.
When you kiss me
deadly.