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About This Poem
Her First Try
She is a fine cook
It didn't come by chance
She was trained by her family
She practiced day and night
She had to learn to cook
For many in her life
Her husband was particular
And she was a dutiful wife
She told us all a story
Early in martial bliss
She made a beautiful cake
Spent hours creating it
She waited in anticipation
To feed her only man
A chocolate spearmint cake
She thought would be grand
Her husband was so excited
To dare take a bite
She looked at him with hope
That it was a delight
Instead his look was sour
His eyes closed tight
He said this cake tastes lousy
Not another bite
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