I’ll tell you a tale of a special week
When no-one could ever be sour
The kitchen was full of sugar and spice
And caramel smells by the hour
Everyone shared the joy of the sweet_
Classes entered and left in great streams
Christmas puddings, Nut parcels, ever so rich
With stuffed dates and Peppermint Creams.
We ran into each other, like cars in a jam
So we made up some sweet Traffic Lights
The delicious Truffles, that could have caused scuffles
(But in Sweetness, there cannot be fights.)
Sticky and gooey, we stirred and we mixed
Concoctions that then would not budge
Marzipan Fruit, (not so good for your suit)
And lovely, choc- chocolate Fudge.
Thanks to our Teacher, who held sticky hands,
And led us through Coconut Ice,
What a delight of lovely temptations!
Do you think, I could have, one more slice?
Oh, I can smell the delicious aromas floating around and the hustle bustle of putting it all together…visions from my yourth appear when reading your lines. Love it…
Thank you. I owe huge apology for apparently missing your birthday and also not acknowledging a recent ode, wherein you assembled such a list of aliases, for your canine friend that it would need it’s own website to store such expressions of love.
Keep well, as we try to do, despite the well-meant, but perhaps excessive, exhortations of our leaders.
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