Fudge :)

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I.

Butter meets pan

Sugar melts in butter

Both held by cream

 

II

Sweet little cubes

settle down in the fridge

but don’t set like jelly

 

III

Chocolate, Cherry, Mint

Lined up in rows alongside Vanilla

Coconut – a favourite

 

IV

cubes of sweetness

transported to the tongue

heading for hips

 

Responses

  1. Love it! Such a yummy poem! 😊

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    1. Literally whipped up in the sun rays of a Salford evening, Phoebe! (the poem, not the fudge (sic)) Glad you enjoyed the read

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  2. Delicious ! I need to eat some dessert… now ! 🙂

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    1. Sorry Chhaya…nom..nom…nom…there’s none left (Thinks: Hide the bags!!! (sic))

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      1. Hahahaha…..what an act !!

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.