to make the cupcakes,
first you need to have grace,
a heart of gold,
to make the best meal,
first you need a kitchen,
a eye as sharp as a eagle,
to bake for a crowd,
you need to have the patince,
of a saint,
the muscles of popeye,
to keep yourself sane,
you make each one,
of us laugh,
with the witty way,
you have,
we will all miss you joy
a great happy poem for someone she seams to well, good work and a great friend to all, it seams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this person most be a great cook, to have a poem written for her