Few things in my life could ever compare
to the queen of all pastries the graceful Eclaire.
While other men lust after all manor of treats
for me, there's just Eclaire, so lovely and sweet.
With its golden exterior,
and oh so sweet interior.
Its the perfect confection,
to hold my affection.
O won't it be grand,
to take it in hand.
My heart fills with joy, as my lips part to greet it
And to finally have it, is my life's dream completed.
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