The Delicate Trifle

Posted on February 22, 2022 by | Leave a comment

Today, I am a delicate trifle;

yesterday, I was a little tart;

tomorrow, I might be a Rum Baba –

or a Scone –

who knows what I shall make;

maybe I’ll be

an upside-down pineapple cake.

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