Bomb and Belle Concoct a Bedtime Cake
The flour is soft as leopard's skin
(said Belle as she began to grin)
and white as summer sun.
The cream is cool as lizard's lungs
(said Bomb as he began to hum)
and sweet as paisley gum.
Then Bomb took up his tambourine
and Belle her primrose snow machine
and they began to bake.
Between a rabbit's silken ears
Belle sifted sugar, lime, and tears
then cracked a small earthquake.
Bomb simmered lemon, rose, and snail
then used a rabid lion's tail
to baste Belle's battered bun.
Into an oven twelve feet wide
Belle placed the cake and then she cried:
Our task is nearly done!
What will we do when baking's through
And mother sings the bedtime tune
cajoling us to sleep?
Bomb smirked at Belle and stroked his chin
Our bedtime cake deserves a twin
so wipe your tears, begin again:
the flour is soft and deep...
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