How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my hand can reach, when feeling to the right
and left of the box, as just a trace
of sweet clings to my fingers like glaze.
I feel the need to take a little bite.
I love thee sweetly and thy coat of white
I love thy insides soft, held by maize
starch – and yes, that is the British use.
I love thee, sweet child, and mourn your death
at my hands, tongue and teeth; and I mmfl mng
I luvmnmm thmm hgmnmngnnn nomnomnomnom.

(Sorry, Elizabeth Barrett Browning)