Not soft, what cake through yonder window breaks?
Oh ghods…here we go again
Tis the fruit and duly soaked in rum
What did Shakespeare ever do to you?
Arise, fair yeast, and fluff the envious bread!
I kind of like dis one…is my young mind getting moldy?
Tis fat and ready to butter and grease!
It’ll be over soon, right?
But thou, old maid, art far more loaf than she.
That’s it, you’re done!