The bars of soap I bought
Are plain, no fragrance though
I take them from the packet
It's time to start lets go
I grate the soap each one
It's looks like grated cheese
I smile and grate some more
I hope this will her please
The pot is warming up
A slow and moderate heat
I pour the grated pieces in
They fall in place so neat
I stir the mixture up
Add water to the pot
It forms a kind of paste
It's getting kind of hot
The heart shaped moulds are ready
They stand and lay one side
I add the rose smell scent
And start to fill the moulds inside
I place them in the fridge
To harden overnight
My fridge smells nice for once
I close the door good night
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