Craving your craftsmanship,
Sculpt it in ice,
For a banquet I'll never visit.
It would have been plenty,
A tribute to your dungeons.
You always were like cheesecake,
Simple, palatable universally,
(Except for kids,
But you impressed kids,)
Scrumptious, angels sighing,
Softer hammers further heard.
They love each other.
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