SATURDAY CENTUS
Cream together butter and sugar
Then add eggs and beat;
The mixture will be thick and creamy
As well as very sweet.
Picture all the people seated
Waiting for a taste;
This will be a great creation
And none will go to waste.
Imagine all the heartfelt praises
To be heaped in your direction!
See it iced and trimmed with roses!
A picture of perfection.
Heat the oven, add ingredients,
Beat and stir some more,
Then trip over crossing the kitchen
And spill it on the floor!
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IN THE FLESH!
What makes you grin in the bathroom?
Is it the sight of your naked self,
Poised to take potions and lotions
Down from the bathroom shelf?
When your clothes are all of a jumble,
Lying creased on the bathroom floor,
And you're standing pink and vulnerable,
Do you wish for less or more?
How many of us smile with pleasure?
How many of us love the view?
Instead of 'Hallelujah!'
How many of us cry 'Boo Hoo!'?
Not a grin but a wince of displeasure
Greets my bathroom pose.
All I can say is 'Thank goodness
Somebody invented clothes!'
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