A poem that takes the cake
My nails are all brittle and breaking,
Because of the jello, I’m not in taking.
I come home from work, all-aching,
Why, it’s a jello cake that she’s baking.
What could be better than par-taking
In a delicious dessert, that she’s making
Of the one that you love, not forsaking,
Of a jello cake that she’s baking?
We sit there, and enjoy with delight.
It’s a beautiful and wonderful sight.
Of a shear and culinary delight.
As we go off to sleep thru the night.
The next day I notice a difference,
My nails are better in appearance
The jello made all the difference,
It was such a wonderful experience.
Copyright © Terry Mullally | Year Posted 2018
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