Poetic Hyperbole Revealed

Your Fio is a rhyme slut.  Anything to repeat that final accented syllable--like yesterday, when, in the last stanza of her ditty, she used "Jake," when she doesn't even know a Jake, and "birthday cake," when it isn't her birthday.  In her defense, she first wrote "chocolate cake," then realized she could squeeze out another line if she wrote "chocolate shake" so she had to find a different meaningful adjective for "cake."  "Birthday" seemed to fill the bill, it being indicative of a calorie-laden dessert and sounding just a little intriguing.

Actually, while Fiorella does not partake of any of the foods she so blithely slandered, she also would never even consider a spread like she described in the final stanza.  The stomach pump is not her idea of fun.