It's a heart-egg, nothing but a heart-egg
Tart many a glamorous look have I seen
Kneading the dough pressing into moulds
Pouring eggcellent custard the crusts be filled
Oven permits the wobbly dainties to rise
With temperate heat a golden suit it wears
With Italian Roast in the Moka pot
Vapour eggvaporates aroma eggscapes
Sniffing the scent a slurp of joy
Even so my desire eggpresses itself wildly
With all eggciting taste waiting to be shared
My tart, it’s you, may you be eggternally mine
The eggxhilarating flavour of coffee and egg tart
Memory of the tart may last when coffee's gist sustains
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Tart and coffee have found their soulmates
I call out to you my tart...
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