Ladies of Lush dove into cake with glee, Digging layers of frosting, drinking wild sugar spree! They gorged till their gown screamed in fright, Belly ballooned like a cream-filled kite. Then came the stench of ripe, heavy, sweet, bees buzzing in, mistaking them for a treat! Stings on their rolls, a buzzing swarm, “Ow! We are not the honey! This isn’t the norm!” Their buttons popped in a sugary blast, When the Mirror mocked: they changed at last. After Easing off the cake, and feasting thin. They Wiggled their legs and sipped water instead of gin, One slice less kept the bees from their head!” The ladies Lushed in laugher lighter and free No more cake stench for the hive to see! Buzz off, bee! This artwork is created in ai animation employing a blend of modern surrealism and pop