In the land of forgotten echoes, where the lilies whisper sweet nothings to the moon,
a young lady named Beatrix found herself entwined in an opera of destiny.
Her heart, a lyre, played eternally for the stoic Cedric, who never grasped a single note.
Their love story: a crescendo of missed cues and unspoken verses.
But, alas! The pie was too hot when delivered to the dramatic scene!
Cedric slipped, the custard gliding like a well-rehearsed ballet,
and Beatrix's poetic soliloquy turned into a quiche-fueled cacophony.
As the curtain fell, a harmonics of scoffs and applause intertwined,
the audience unsure whether to weep for love or for laughable tragedy.
Thus, the moon sighed, a silent witness to this culinary catastrophe.