My Wife’s Blackberry Crisp

My wife made a dish today

With blackberries and stuff.

She put in lots of butter and sugar

And if that were not enough

She popped in some spices

And topped it with oats

And measured absolutely nothing

And said “Is that good? Totes!“

Turns out when tou stick things

That taste food together

And bake them a while

And don’t even measure

It ends up delicious

And super-dupes yummy

And now it’s all gone

And expanded my tummy.

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