Dusted with sugar,
And syrup of course.
Wrapped up neatly,
In pastry cases,
Encrusted with delight,
With little iced faces.
Steaming majestically,
Straight from the oven,
Too hot to heat,
Yet, hunger they summon.
One enters your mouth,
As soon as they're cool,
Everyone around you,
Begins to drool.
They can smell the raisins,
Sugar and pastry,
Delicious. Warming.
And extremely tasty.
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