How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee whether pink or yellow or brown
With buttercream, and icing swirls to crown
For Sunday afternoons and tea and cakes.
I love thee to the level of the highest
Cupboard shelf, despite each extra pound.
I love thee freely, as other girls frown;
I love thee purely, as they cry 'my waist!'.
I love thee but fear love's sweet icing will
Be my lost size eight. I love thee on my lips,
For only a moment; but, as they say.
For a lifetime on the hips.
I love thee whether pink or yellow or brown
With buttercream, and icing swirls to crown
For Sunday afternoons and tea and cakes.
I love thee to the level of the highest
Cupboard shelf, despite each extra pound.
I love thee freely, as other girls frown;
I love thee purely, as they cry 'my waist!'.
I love thee but fear love's sweet icing will
Be my lost size eight. I love thee on my lips,
For only a moment; but, as they say.
For a lifetime on the hips.
The five year old inside me - actually, let's be honest, the 23 year old I am! - has been wanting to make these for ages. I could quite easily munch my way through an entire box of Mr. Kippling's French Fancies!
These were very easy to make though the icing did take me a little while to master, complete with pink vanilla, lemon & chocolate.
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