Fruit Cake

I have a strange question,
I'd like to inquire
What kind of person
has fruitcake desire?

Now, please do not fret,
or misunderstand.
My goal is not to
annoy or offend.

I really like fruit,
it's yummy and sweet.
Oranges and apples,
and grapes--yes! All three.

I like fruity flavors,
and fruit on a stick.
Fruit at the mall,
and fruit that you lick.

The colors are pretty.
Orange, yellow, and green
and purple and red
like the vegetable team.

Lest we forget
my favorite part.
I really like cake,
and desserts from a cart.

There's not much I know,
but one thing's for sure,
cake does it for me,
it's quite the allure.

In chocolate and yellow,
and even in plain,
I really like cake
in any ol' frame.

But this is what puzzles,
I'm sure to alarm.
What's with fruitcake?
I'm really disarmed.

It makes me so sad,
to think of it so.
Those innocent fruit,
screaming help from the dough.

Sinking and trying
to come up for some air.
Then cooking and baking,
Oh what dispair!

Let's face it, fruitcake.
You're really so icky.
You're heavy as stones
and your texture is sticky.

You're taste is real crazy,
there's way too much stuff.
Fruity and nutty,
I say, 'noughs enough!

So now I must wonder,
I'm left to just think.
Hooray for the day
When fruitcake's extinct!