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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Culinary Puzzle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In our dainty little kitchen,<br>Where my aproned wife is queen<br>Over all the tin-pan people,<br>In a realm exceeding clean,<br>Oft I like to loiter, watching<br>While she mixes things for tea;<br>And she tasks me, slyly smiling,<br>“Now just guess what this will be!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hidden in a big blue apron,<br>Her dimpled arms laid bare,<br>And the love-smiles coyly mingling<br>With a housewife’s frown of care—<br>See her beat a golden batter,<br>Pausing but to ask of me,<br>As she adds a bit of butter,<br>“Now just guess what this will be!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I bravely do my duty,<br>Guess it, “pudding,” “cake” or “pie,”<br>“Dumplings,” “waffles,” “bread” or “muffins;”<br>But no matter what I try,<br>This provoking witch just answers:<br>“Never mind, just wait and see!<br>But I think you should be able,<br>Dear, to guess what this will be.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little fraud! she never tells me<br>Until ’tis baked and browned—<br>And I think I know the reason<br>For her secrecy profound—<br>She herself with all her fine airs<br>And her books on cookery,<br>Could not answer, should I ask her,<br>“Dearest, what will that mess be?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ellis+Parker+Butler">Ellis Parker Butler</a><div class=q>
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Where my aproned wife is queen
Over all the tin-pan people,
In a realm exceeding clean,
Oft I like to loiter, watching
While she mixes things for tea;
And she tasks me, slyly smiling,
“Now just guess what this will ..."></div>
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