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By B.K. Date: 2002 Mar 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.22.01.03.14300]] |
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In your arms love is though Butter melting in a frying pan Slowly swirling With a creamy texture And very delicate aroma With just the right temperature As not to burn the delicious flavor Add a tablespoon of sweet sugar A pinch of cinnamon spice My senses are reeling Just begging for more Some long sliced bread Creamy white milk With runny eggs Ooh la la French toast Mmmmm now we are cooking Fry me till golden Kiss me quick And pass the maple syrup! B.K’s first cooking poem 09/00 ©bk2000 |