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  1. SuiDhaaga

    SuiDhaaga Platinum IL'ite

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    I like you very much
    I saw you from the aisle
    You were surrounded by
    Such and such
    You have such a nice
    Nice style

    I like you very much
    You look nice
    And smell sweet too
    Can there be anything else
    That is perfect
    Perfect just like you

    Day and Night
    Night and Day
    I dream when we
    Will be together
    When you will
    Finally stay

    Day and Night
    Night and Day
    I dream of your texture
    I dream of your flavor
    I dream of the moment
    That I, I alone
    Shall savor

    I dream when your
    Creamy lips shall touch mine
    Nothing can be this sweet
    Nothing can be ever
    Ever so divine

    Your lovely softness
    Your lovely curves
    Your lovely color
    No wonder your
    Whole sweet life
    You have been safeguarded
    Above the Baker's cupboard

    Cupcakes, it is true
    Cupcakes, how I wish
    To devour you
     
  2. Hopikrishnan

    Hopikrishnan Platinum IL'ite

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    Cupcake is an endearment in vogue during the time when the likes of Humphrey Bogart were heart throbs. Even stuttering Jimmy Stewart was a thing for girls in those days.

    I thought of this old newspaper column about an alimony suit from the late 1970's. Michelle who was cupcake for Lee Marvin, the famous Hollywood movie star, was suing him for alimony payments, even though he had not ever married her. He ate the cupcake, she contended in court documents, as frequently as he cared, but the cake was there in full fury in all the court hearings. Was it a case of HAVE YOUR CAKE SUE YOU IN COURT EVEN AFTER YOU EAT IT TOO ?

    Spoiler alert: Michelle got the Money she sought.

    OK... you read the Newspaper Column [It was the Washington Post]:
    Let Me Call You 'Hey Baby'
    By Roger Rosenblatt
    February 5, 1979
    Hon. Honey. Angel. Sugar-plum. Sugar-baby. Cupcake. Cookie. Pumpkin. Precious. Sweetie. Sweetie-pie. Sweetheart. Baby-doll. Doll-face. Sweet-lips. Hot-lips. Honey-lips. Honey-lamb. Lambkin. Lamby-pie. Dearest. Darling. Dumpling.

    How we talk.

    Of course, we only talk that way under exquisite pressure. And, according to Lee Marvin, the terms themselves actually mean nothing. Mr. Marvin, as you may have read, is being sued for $1 million by Michelle Triola Marvin, with whom he lived steadily, though unwedded, for six years. Michelle contends that Lee loved her, and vowed eternal support. Lee insists his vows were "idle male promises" -- a great natural title for a feminist pamphlet -- and states categorically he did not love Michelle.

    But last week, Michelle's lawyer read the closing of one of Lee's letters to Michelle aloud in court. It went: "Hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey baby, hey baby."

    "What did you mean by that?" asked the lawyer.

    "I can't explain," answered Lee.

    Only one other courtroom confrontation in history comes close. It occurs in a James Thurber cartoon, where a prosecutor, with a kangaroo in tow, says to the witness in the box: "Perhaps this will refresh your memory." Perhaps these six "hey babies " will refresh your memory, Mr. Marvin. Not a chance, says Lee.

    Well, I don't wish to take sides in this legal dispute, especially having lived with a woman nearly 16 years in a relationship characterized by idle male promises. But I can tell you one thing: No matter what he ways now, Lee did indeed love Michelle. And the "hey babies" prove it.

    To begin with, he could have addressed her by name. If he had closed his letter with six "hey Michelles" or "hey Triolas," there'd be no case today. The first telltale factor, then, is that he chose a term of endearment. And it is especially telling that "baby" was his choice.

    Basically, there are three types of terms of endearment -- animal, edible and innocent. Animal is generally used to convey a sense of physical or temperamental characteristics, as in "duckface" or "mousie." I know a fellow who calls his wife "wolf" for some reason, causing riots in supermarkets whenever he shouts after her. Animal terms are significant in that they often imply the presumed superiority of lover to lovee ("my pet"); and while they are almost always adorable, on the whole they are less impassioned than the two remaining types.

    Of those two, the edible terms are more numerous. There must be over 20 terms of endearment that are names of desserts and other unhealthful foods. The implication here, obviously, is that the lover is a treat; but he/she may also be forbidden fruit ("apple-dumpling"). Occasionally, sweets and animals are fortuitously joined, as in the memorable lyric, "When my sugar goes down the street,/ All the little birdies go 'Tweet, tweet, tweet.'" At the same time, there is something fundamentally unserious about calling someone "sugar" or a piece of pastry. In the song from "South Pacific," the woman known as "honey-bun" is 101 pounds of fun, but nothing more.

    (Certain terms are sui generis, such as "poopsie." "Poopsie" has no known origin and may refer to tiredness.)

    This brings us to the terms that suggest innocence -- Lee Marvin's choice. These terms are the most affectionate of the lot, being the furthest from the truth, and they also include terms of divinity, since "angel" and "baby" are often combined. What one creates through the use of "angel" and "baby" (or "babe"), as well as "doll," "baby-doll," etc., is the happy illusion that the world has begun afresh with the advent of one's love. Moreover, "babe" and "baby" are statements of pride and possession, as when, in "Little Caesar," someone boasts, referring to a painting: "That baby set me back 150 berries." Reporting one of the early moon shots, Walter Cronkite exulted, "Go, baby," as the thing took off.

    Naturally, Mr. Cronkite's use of "baby" did not conclusively prove he was in love with the rocket ship. And it must be said, too, that the fact Lee Marvin used the term "baby" as he wrote "hey baby" six times in a row at the end of a letter, does not in itself prove he loved Michelle.

    The proof of that is he sounded like a jerk.
    He was in love, all right.​
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    Those who are trying to get back to dating weight know how welter weight boxers, fashion models and racing jockeys feel. Adventitious calories can screw up their chances if they took a deep breath and some airborne calories got in and raised their weight. Rosenblatt was rotund.
     
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    @SuiDhaaga it looks that you were not allowed inside the cake shop and so you stealthily washed from a distant peephole . The stanzas describe sneak-a-peek of cupcake in its evolution in a factory and how you relish it’s top sides and in-depth. I am too for a cupcake any time of night & Day.

    If only you had not added that revealing couple of lines at the concluding part of the poem, it would very well describe your love a night with a flower of rare fragrance that blooms only in moon light might be once in a year or once in twenty five years!

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    Here is cupcake for you - my compliments for Aesthetically created poem.
     
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    Oh. my. God

    Those cupcakes look so so so so so DELICIOUS !!!! :cheer::cheer::cheer:


    Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!
     
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    I don't even know where to begin :confundio1: :confundio1: :confundio1:

    I like the phrase "idle male promises" though
     
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