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Cake Poem

Poem on how to make cake: "It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake If the way is hazy You gotta do the cooking by the book You know you can’t be lazy! "        -Stephanie (LazyTown) Baking a cake is a piece of cake If you follow these instructions. Don't give yourself a headache since we're just at the introduction. Preheat your oven to 350 degrees, and get out an 8-inch round pan. I think we will all agree putting wax paper on the bottom will make your prouder. Then butter the paper, for the next step it's key, since then you dust it with coca powder. Grab a bowl and give your hands a shower, then throw in 3/4 cups of flour, 3/4 cup of unsweetened cocoa, 1/4 teaspoon of salt, and 1/2 teaspoon of baking powder, to make your cake taste wonderful with no fault. In another, add 1 cup of sugar and 3/4 of butter. Beat it until it's light and fluffy, and slowly beat 3 eggs in while it's still puffy. Add vanilla, 1 teaspoon,
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American Poetry's Letter Home

Hey, Hopefully things back home are going well.  My stay in England’s been going great! The plane actually managed to land early.  How about that - even more time for sightseeing! I decided to take a walk around town and see some of the sights that the country had to offer.  The highlight was seeing London’s Big Ben clock tower for the first time in person, which was pretty neat. It was huge, and I must say that it looks a bit imposing when you stand in front of it. As I walked around, I had the opportunity to meet many different people, and learn a little bit about what they were like.  The first person that I met was named Don Juan. He talked about his father Lord Byron a little bit, ultimately characterizing him as a questionable sort of fellow.  I told him to tell me about himself, and he started to tell me in a long-winded way (seventeen parts to the story before he became too tired to continue) about how he is easily seduced by women and detailed his various sexual exp

Grantid

Tim3 without your pal Points out just how much You depend on it You miss it You go mad without it. You find that you affection it. That You yarn for it. That You lust it. . . . ? How happy you was, How ignorant you was, How taking for grantid you did… Catch this occasion Grasping just how much You can’t be living without it. Reflection:  I feel that the part of reflection is harder for me than writing the poem lol. (Took 5 min writing a first word and then deleting it because it contained the forbidden letter). Writing the poem about any random matter was extremely hard initially, therefore I decided to write a poem about that. It was quite an experience realizing just how detrimental to a vocabulary it can be, limiting yourself on letter from the alphabet. Abraham

Why Programmers Should Read Poetry

            Programming and poetry are like two sides of the same coin. They are inherently very different, with programming being very heavily related to math and poetry being an expressive form of literature. However, they both share numerous similarities whilst being completely different subjects, which can make poetry helpful for programmers. The importance of structure in poetry could be one thing that can help programmers write their code. They both are similar in the way that they break themselves up into blocks or stanzas. While not necessary in either, breaking the text up can make it easier to read or add more meaning in the case of poetry. The importance that poetry places on intricacies of things like grammar can also help coders with various things. With how much the meaning of poetry can change just by a piece of punctuation, it ends up being very similar to code, as one missed semicolon or bracket could end up messing up the entire program. If a programmer were to rea

The Three Little Pigs

One summer afternoon I saw a talking  wolf It asked me for help but I could only  gawk “Come into my home” it said, I just want to  talk I accepted, entering the door with no  lock                 Its house was much cleaner than I   expected And for some reason he had a vibe I  respected Out of his house a hit list he  erected It had three names which I  inspected                 On the hit list were the names of three little  pigs He told me “I want to snap them like  twigs ” “Jeez” I said, “Why are you so  angry? ” “They’re so fat and plump” he said  blankly                 He told me, “They live in this little  town They have three houses that I want to blow  down Basically all three of them are little  clowns I need some help so are you  down?”                 “You know”, I said, “That’s a little messed  up I don’t know what these pigs have done but you need to back  up They look nice, lives I would not want to  disrupt      So al