Shall I compare thee to a piece of cake?
Thou art more lovely and more elegant.
Rough oven fans do test the resilience of each bake.
And cakes expiration hath all too short a date.
…then Shakespeare gawked in awe and did the dougie.
Mums are just wonderful, and I would know since mine is the best in the world, but cake is a close second! This is why it is the perfect gift to give on Mother’s Day.
(As well as some bastardised Shakespeare of course, duh!)
My love is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare thee well a while !
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
– Robert Burns –
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