Masterclass Move Poem by John Sensele

Don't quake, darling, if you can't bake my cake
My taste tools await with eager
Anticipation for power paucity ain't your mistake
And I understand why you can't figure

Out my clout without a doubt
To push past proclivities that in the past
Arrested best balance sheets that could shout
‘Go ahead and marry, at last'

I hear your clear fear, my dear
Trust me rust on the crust of my bust
Hasn't settled for a tear
On your face must

Not roll or crawl to spoil
Plans your clan may not approve
Although you and I moil and toil
To make our masterclass move.