Yet, exhausted from your Revelries come
Hijacked the Keeper and composed your own Bake
For your Little Lady of Plums succumb
Eager her drumming palms nibble your Make
Ah! Mum's Decree, I see? At least your Aunt
Forged her own errands so you could decide
A Tip, though, before your Swollen Lips haunt:
This Caramel Kiss tastes better in Kind
But what's this? Brownies? Or that busted Fudge
Revealed its Bitter Passion up-hand caught
Shrunk into Pips; Yet can carefully budge
To skip-rope her Smile; Then her Pumpkin's bought.
Nuts and Chunks taste good. But so should your Sense
Of Open-Screened Doors; Then block-out the Fence.