Crème Chantilly
Not hot chocolate's best friend.
What on earth were the Italian's thinking back in 1549?
Fluffy milk snow for your drink, please no!
I hear the baristas shaking the canisters up
I grab my drink, and I run away.
The wedding cakes in the store windows decorated all fancy
check the frosting, yikes it's whipping.
Some get tempted by that expansion of dissolved gas
but that vanilla flavoured colloid repulses me.
Whipped cream, Crème Chantilly, Schlagsahne, or Crema batida.
No matter the translation, I still have an aversion.
Imagine what the cows would think if we showed them what we made.
They would probably plug their udders and say moo moo.
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Stephanie Watson
Writing allows me to share a small part of the worlds in my head and bring them to life. I hope my future readers enjoy them.
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