Peaking through the forest's gates
at this strange forbidden place
senses overwhelmed prohibited
renowned refinements hid
beneath such odd fey cavelike structures
behind each wall delicious scents sure
fired seductive cakes and rolls
cheeses, plums, and puddings sole
admirer taught to remain hidden
stories of rejections smitten
sit back think observe and stare
honey combed pure Frankenbear
off to the sly blueberry patch
the bees be stinging surly wrapped
up in their bustling haughty hive,
the forest's introspective stride.
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