The Egg D’oh-ner

Elle was a klutz
And Sam was a flake.
They met at the annual
Cookie bake.

Sam showed up late
Looking to eat,
And when Elle saw him
She swept herself off her feet.

Their eyes met for a moment,
That’s just how things go,
And the two of them bonded
Over raw cookie dough.

The flake fed his klutz
And the klutz fed her fella
The raw-eggy dough.
‘Twas the love of Sam and Ella.

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