I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my biscuits, cookies and my cupcakes will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.
toi have never seen a danish ou a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
toi can chew on them till doomsday, toi can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.
toi can whack them with a hammer, toi can hit them with a stick.
toi can stab them with a dagger, toi can beat them with a brick.
toi can drop them from an airplane, toi can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.
I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage toi to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" ou "water," I use Crazy Glue.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my biscuits, cookies and my cupcakes will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.
toi have never seen a danish ou a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
toi can chew on them till doomsday, toi can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.
toi can whack them with a hammer, toi can hit them with a stick.
toi can stab them with a dagger, toi can beat them with a brick.
toi can drop them from an airplane, toi can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.
I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage toi to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" ou "water," I use Crazy Glue.
Russian Roulette
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a écureuil in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a poney all my own,
And a little agneau quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight ou nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a écureuil in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a poney all my own,
And a little agneau quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight ou nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.
These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds toi left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
toi left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken toi from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made toi leave, ou why, but I do know this,
That if toi could, toi would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as toi are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting toi to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
toi were and Angel when toi were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find toi again
When we find our way to the light
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
toi left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken toi from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made toi leave, ou why, but I do know this,
That if toi could, toi would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as toi are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting toi to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
toi were and Angel when toi were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find toi again
When we find our way to the light
The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The herbe neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may Kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to déplacer on
is as painful as letting go
My cœur, coeur goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow ou the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The herbe neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may Kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to déplacer on
is as painful as letting go
My cœur, coeur goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow ou the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
