Royal Dansk Danish Butter Cookies
A Tale of Buttery Delights
An ocean blue ushering in a pride so royally
The charming tin already pleases my eyes immensely
Unveil the lid to find cookies arranged very neatly
This shape and that, like graceful ladies all look lovely
The plain ones humble themselves quietly
Yielding the glory to the swirly ones - way more buttery
Dazzles of crystalized sugar adorn the pretzel-shapes
A sweet angle must have come for splendid displays
Coconut flavors subtly yet deliberately seduce
May suddenly capture your attention until you subdue
I feel terrible about the rectangular ones
Failed to win my heart with your one-sided love too stubborn
Not born as a royal still enjoying the Danish delights
Dreaming of myself as a princess having tea with charming knights
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Stella Yan PhD
PhD in Physics. Residing in the US. Deeply engaged in the exploration of math, science, and personal introspection; truly amazed by the mysteries of the universe and the complexities of the human mind.
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