The butter was softened,
the eggs beat just right.
The sugar, the cloves,
and the cinnamon bite.
The pumpkin was scraped from the can
with much care,
in hopes that a treat would soon
appear there.
The house – it’s quite cozy
and full of fall charm,
awaiting the kids with their honey
On their arm.
Betty Crocker is tired –
she worked nursing all day.
She’d rather write poems
and go hit the hay!
--By my first-born daughter who is a a nurse.......
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