The pavlova

Soft peaks rose
only to be covered,
weighed down by expectation
and a history of disappointments.
It's little wonder we all
crack a little
under the pressure.
Life's confection
overly reliant
on a saccharine finish
and false compliments
to the chef.
A temperamental beast
that demands too much
attention at every stage
and greedily pushes champagne
out of the way.
A dessert I care not for
but ritual dictates
I ask for seconds
as it is declared the best
iteration ever by those
more worthy than I.
Intolerable heat deserves
an intolerable show pony,
so here I am
with a second helping
slowly cracking
under the pressure.

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