I tried the spoon at first

            And then the fork:

            The glazing was impervious

            I took the butterknife but

            Couldn’t find a spot for leverage

            Around the edge to pry

            I left it on my windowsill

            To let it soften in the sun

            But it remained

            Impenetrable

            One day 

            I propped it on a pedestal            

            And swung a pickaxe 

            Following a friendly hint

            But just before I brought it down

            I checked myself and 

            Thought there might have been a reason 

            For some crème brûlées

            To be so hard and 

            Nice to look at 

            Rather than be taken in