My lover is a lauder

Speaking baking powder

All she says

         isn't ready yet  

A recipe she tries to perfect

It clings to the counter

But alas it's far too bland

A french mixture colored blanc

Pale stains

        sticking to my skin

The more she blabbers

The more mischievous feels her grin

Can't stand the kitchen

Her final product has come to an end

          and it's disgusting.