Sugar, flour milk and eggs
to start the greatest thing I made.
Butter, cinnamon and vanilla,
to make them smile with delight.
A little bit of this and that,
and its ready to bite.
From the humble kitchen I made
to the hearts of those who would taste.
I am sweet like my cupcakes,
But I am shy to say them by myself.
But I tell them by my craft,
And they know my love is soft at last.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
Sugar, flour milk and eggs
to start the greatest thing I made.
Butter, cinnamon and vanilla,
to make them smile with delight.
A little bit of this and that,
and its ready to bite.
From the humble kitchen I made
to the hearts of those who would taste.
I am sweet like my cupcakes,
But I am shy to say them by myself.
But I tell them by my craft,
And they know my love is soft at last.
Abondoned WIP
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