Huddled 'round the kitchen, the clock starts to tick,
Innocent flour? Nah, this won’t be quick.
Gooey gummies mix in the batter with care,
Herbal delights fill the lung, must feel the air.
Ovens are pre-heated, or are they too hot?
Noses confused, is it cookies or pot?
Dough’s rising high, like their hopes and their dreams,
And each new creation is bursting at the seams.
Judges are munching, can’t tell what’s what,
"These cookies taste stony, but man, they're a glut!”
Everyone’s laughing, the humor's a thrill,
Baking's so fun when your focus is chill.
Even the cakes seem to giggle and sway,
“Are you sure that’s icing, or whipped cloud array?”
Reaching for snacks seems to be their main goal,
“Oh wait, was that flour? Or I just lost control!”
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