Poem: How were the brownies?

How were the brownies?

I want to know,
not just to be told
they were good,
that I did well,
though I hope so,
would be glad
of that were the answer,
But do not worry
or feel obligated
to say kind things:
if they were terrible
I want to be told.
It was a new recipe
and I did not try one,
had no chance to.
I want to know
how they were:
it is a recipe
I had never tried before.

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