Cinnamon Rolls
Pantoum conveying the smoothness of dough in a delicious treat
Recipe in hand, I'm ready
I thank the Swedish chefs of holiday's past
As the machine kneads the fluid, malleable, elastic ball
Made of polished flour
I thank the Swedish chefs of holiday's past
Stretched strands of doughy rubber, until cooked
Made of polished flour
Rolled out and up, bronzed and shiny, dripping with it's snow capped icing
Stretched strands of doughy rubber, until cooked
As the machine kneads the fluid, malleable, elastic ball
Rolled out and up, bronzed and shiny, dripping with it's snow capped icing
Recipe in hand, I'm ready
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Now I'm craving for cinnamon rolls! Loved your poem!