It may seem stupid, but yes, I bake for him
And without it, he seems dim
each person is used tenderly
We may not know them, but each bite should be respectful
So please bite it gently
I take care with all the "meat" that I put in the tin
and roll out the dough with the pin
Baked till it's flaky and soft
And when it's finished, I let the smell waft
before cutting into its juicy flesh
When I bite into it, God, do I think it's a success
I don't think anyone in London makes them as I do
despite it being too hard to chew
maybe from the leftover skin
But something that helps that is a glass of gin
And knowing what it truly is makes me grin
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 1:15 AM UTC
It may seem stupid, but yes, I bake for him
And without it, he seems dim
each person is used tenderly
We may not know them, but each bite should be respectful
So please bite it gently
I take care with all the "meat" that I put in the tin
and roll out the dough with the pin
Baked till it's flaky and soft
And when it's finished, I let the smell waft
before cutting into its juicy flesh
When I bite into it, God, do I think it's a success
I don't think anyone in London makes them as I do
despite it being too hard to chew
maybe from the leftover skin
But something that helps that is a glass of gin
And knowing what it truly is makes me grin
Based off Sweeney Todd :3
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