Ignoring breakfast alien orders
Sewing needle deadly prose
Standing in a sitting room where
Silver spoons are gilt with rose

Icing chocolate with lemon stars
Climbing on your fence with stile
Dodging cupcakes' swollen bras
This grass of Spring a finger smile

Taking every stride you're mine now
Tongues to speak and salt to taste
Every plate is laid in China
Papers roll your mind to waste

A graduate of this golden roll
Turning smoky dawn to dusk
Come towards me, hand in bowl
A cup, a kettle, say we must

Come to me tongue gilt with rose
Enameled layers, teacup toes
Tinsel thoughts and lip-struck pose
A frolic seal you're deep-exposed

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