In life it is the uniform that wears the heart’s desire,
It mirrors our intent, it shows to what our minds aspire.
And this was clearly seen when Inspiration wore Her treat:
A little girl did dress up as the thing she loved to eat!
‘Twas cake she loved; all pastries, fluffed or sponged in quality,
Or sweet and tender, soft and round - for this she longed to be.
With silk and ribbon, bells and rings, sewn with a subtle sense,
She tailored clothes so one could see the Gâteau's influence.
The place that fed her influence was found in Copenhagen
- Not Paris or Vienna, where she would not go for bacon.
And daily she would take her chair, and she felt most at home,
Just sitting in among the cake, she never felt alone.
Now, I love football, and I’ll dress to match my favourite team;
To score a goal in red and blue has been my childhood dream.
Well, this dear child just for the sake of cake, it ruled her soul,
Would get her kicks from dressing as a bun, this was her goal.
Sweet marzipan, strawberries, cream and chocolate made to whirl,
She’d imitate with fairy feathers in her golden curls,
While on her vesture, colours rare her love would c’ordinate,
To complement that special dish we’ve come to know as cake!
Eat inside a special place;
Served with tea but more with grace:
Cakes and pastries at La Glace!
Note: this poem is not included in the first book
http://www.laglace.dk
Conditori La Glace
Skoubogade 3
1158 Copenhagen K
Denmark
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