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Henrietta's Fruit Cake
 



She passed on to me her recipe
for the fruit cake her precious son liked,
'I'm certain you'd manage, any idiot could
and with ample of spirits it's spiked'.
There was method, I'm sure, in her madness
for the recipe was incomplete;
no skerrick of fruit was included
and the mixture was sickly , so sweet.
Absolute nonsense from mother-in-law;
conceded strike one but declared outright war!

By cherryk

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