Method:
- A stroke of luck
- A lick of a smile
- A restaurant bill
- And the extra mile
Whisk until creamed.
- A gram of trying
- A hopeful sneaked kiss
- A hug, nothing more
- And some moments of bliss
Crumble and sprinkle into the creamed mixture.
- A tear or ten
- A perverse revolt
- A trying time
- And a pinch of salt
Add to the mixture and beat until stiff.
Leave to simmer on a low heat and hope it doesn't boil away.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
Method:
- A stroke of luck
- A lick of a smile
- A restaurant bill
- And the extra mile
Whisk until creamed.
- A gram of trying
- A hopeful sneaked kiss
- A hug, nothing more
- And some moments of bliss
Crumble and sprinkle into the creamed mixture.
- A tear or ten
- A perverse revolt
- A trying time
- And a pinch of salt
Add to the mixture and beat until stiff.
Leave to simmer on a low heat and hope it doesn't boil away.
If love were this hard, or this easy, I'd have 20 cats. And they'd probably eat me when I died.
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