under extreme duress, word-boarding extreme, she issues up reluctantly a true confess
her secret ingredient in everything is vanilla extract
where do you source this in quantities so ample, keep it well hid, for all I see after cupboard investigatory solitary tiny brown bottle shelved alone, forlornly?
wearing a vanilla smile, that persists for quite the while, she crinkly eyed laughs
βI extract vanilla nearly everyday, for when I awake to a fresh poem from a poet who loves me, I draw all the vanilla out, then feed it back to him in the foods I supply, so his poetry is for ever sustainableβ