Books, plots, food, whatever you’re cooking
Up in your head, you must have a plan.
Sometimes you don’t want people looking
Or using your plan while scrapbooking
Ideas stolen—that’s more than a stan.
Bund, bundt, or stollen, the president
Has some recipes he will not share:
Directions not sold, nor are they lent.
You might never know where they all went;
If this bothers you, he doesn’t care.
Don’t make a federal case of it!
The judge has already decided,
Making all the parties have a fit.
The judge’s judgement was not a hit
With the prosecutor she chided.
The prosecutor with great aplomb
Sent Bundt_Cake_Recipe.pdf
To her own email address dot com.
She probably hoped things would stay calm
As long as justice stayed blind—and deaf.
Now she’s facing tasteless felony
Charges most falsely laid against her,
Really just a bunch of baloney.
Okay, the recipe is phoney,
But that doesn’t make her a gangster.
Poet’s Note: Those who think my lines of poetry confusing might find the article that inspired them amusing: “DOJ charges ex-prosecutor with emailing secret Jack Smith report to herself under file name ‘Bundt Cake Recipe’” by Joe Walsh, CBS News, 20 May 2026.