#dirty limerick

Roll the dough thick as a finger  Butter it, don’t let it linger  Fold it in half  Let the scent waft  Guide it once more through the wringer 

Rings in silver and black  Cool on the warm oven rack  Slide the sheet in  Timer, begin  Breathe in and pick up the slack 

Eclairs, those plump, chocolatey dreams  Red jelly on Peek Freans, it gleams  Twinkies, Swiss rolls  By the handful  Lick it off, I’m covered in cream 

Baby, come butter my biscuit  Dressed up in white, how you wished it  Warm and soft  Take it off  Or leave it on, please just eat it 

Three meals a day isn’t enough  Pull them apart, cream in my puff  Cinnamon, spice  Everything nice  I’m so full, that’s too much, I’m stuffed!

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Patience is always a virtue  Honey, inside, like I told you  Summery sweet  A bottle of mead  Warms me up like springtime anew 

On one end, a manual juicer  With a fruit that you’re squeezing looser  On the other, a cup  With a straw that I suck  These sweet fruits fill us full of douceur 

Tangy, zesty, lime on the rim  Flavours your tongue, the lights go dim  Tasting, teasing  Bratting, pleasing  Take a shot, your patience grows slim 

Thirst sparks a dark look in your eye  Condensation rolls down my thigh  Grip the glass  Or my ass  I won’t complain, I’ll ride that high 

Drink like the Irish, they said  I’m drinking an Irish instead  No, it’s not Guinness  But under my dress  He’s hiding his creamy head

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