Sludge conceals sweetness and calories
secreted beneath the scabbing surface
muscles ache, the incessant twist
and fold of spoon and fork
Proud lines of white await their fill
a low hum, dim light, seeps through
oven door, trays offered to the medium furnace
such plain unassuming delights
Becoming cool, awaiting to be dressed
by beaten butter, a dash of colour
piped around and around,
a flick to finish
Accessories to break the bold fondant
this simple treat excessively priced
emotively triggering saliva
put on a pedestal, an everyday cupcake.
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