Read the poem.


I like to bake a cake

And make sure nothing is at stake.

I had so many thrown in my face.

I'm in a race

To eat my lovely cake.

And sometimes its even fake!


Yet every single time.

No matter if it is coated in lime.

I end up with frosting

that is so dearly costing

in my face!

As i said i'm in a race

and I am not happy

and surly not sappy

that once again my face

and no different in every other case

get covered in cake

which I have to rake.


What is the rhyme scheme of the first stanza?