a poem about baking powder lmao
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.
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