A cookie delights all here who have received.A gift so divinely as yet was conceived.An oven baked delight enjoyed by all.Their smell is a children's siren call.
Some prefer sponge cakes and others fruit tarts.The range is so vast I ask where should one start?A brownie so happy would make you and I.Or a doughnut that was deeply fried.
Perhaps a fruit salad may quench this desire.But some want marshmallow roast over a fire.To be a dark torte oh so dense is so fine.I'll bake one in this kitchen of mine.
Baklava so sweetly drenched in syrup pure.Does the day's misery more than a cure.Or halva from paste of ground sesame.I'll make some for you and for me.
The French have tarte tatin, or Paris-brest.Pasteis de nata are Portugal's best.Panforte, tiramisu from Italy.All are wonderous sublimely.
Once more I take mixing bowl and my scales.That for more of my friends give time to regale.Our many stories over sweets and coffee.Or perhaps a good hot cup of tea.
Some will dismiss other's efforts as poor.To pick upon favourites with great allure.To do this I say is to seek misery.Let us enjoy in good company.
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A confectioner's delight
PoetryA fun poem on cakes, and other items of confectionary
