Tough path, hard choices. It's all good.
The gardener loves to take a stroll
Amongst the flowers he doth grow.
Admiring each and every one,
Sweet, shining splendors, in
Searching out his one prized bud,
To prune and preen so it will burst.
Down the cobbled path, he
Amidst the green dew-moistened sod.
His route is not an easy one,
Bruising stones push on his sole.
Clinging thorns extract demands,
The bouquet awaits his gentle hands.
Radiant within a sea of green,
Double Delight top stems supreme.
The gardener needs to crop the
To give the plant its growing room.
Onerous choice, he makes a snip.
head topples to the ground-
But not to ruin, it still has use,
pretty on chocolate mousse.
Double Delight white-chocolate mousse cake.