There they sat on the plate,
These beautiful, tempting creations,
The choux balls covered with thick chocolate,
Looking so good, so luxurious.
How could the beauty of their creation be spoilt?
Could I be the one to disturb these works of art?
How could I not?
They were there for me to eat,
So I chose one, or was it two,
Put them on my plate,
Sank knife and fork into them.
The white cream oozed from within their bodies,
The first mouthful sent me to heaven.
The delicate taste of pastry, cream and chocolate.
So delicious, so wonderful;
So moreish.
How could I not have another bite?
And once more I was in paradise,
The artist’s work was destroyed,
But the chefs work sent me into raptures,
Proving that art can be found in cooking,
Especially in profiteroles.