And, lo! Water shall evaporate
and sugar return to its sugary state!
And so I flambé my way
over the border,
from caramelised to burned.
My Michelin stickers, unearned.
When I leave the bistro,
I look down at my feet.
And Mary Berry
spits at me in the street.
B.R. 18/11/2018
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