Add only half the ingredients
Then stir until mixed...
What do you get....
Nothing to be put in the oven.
Add a few more...blend...
Utmost carefully...you get
What you mixed...
A teenager..a questioner.
So what the hell do you want
With a perfect cake....
But, no icing....
A gallon of milk and a very
Dry cake...to be taken in small
Amounts...or, there'll be hell
To pay....must I say
Literally.
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