Fudging It
When all else fails make some fudge,
Which they will not begrudge,
Even if it leaves a smudge.
From my chocolate fudge they will not budge,
My daughter makes a Russian fudge
That disappears before it makes the fridge.
When the children were 4 and had a grudge,
I made some fudge,
And let them be the judge,
Now my eldest daughter at 27 will not budge,
Until I make some fudge,
Something I never begrudge.
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