My temper is almost past the point of boiling
I think that is called syrup

I am too sweet to a fault not my own

I was left on the stove
cooking away

Totally disregarded on
anything i have to say

Sold now at a higher price
Awww she's soooo nice

You silly fools
as you consume my fuel

I will rot your teeth
and add to your waist

As you guzzle and consume
Think my temper will be erased

I am now inside of you
try to keep My pace

Oh my your feeling flush
you should not have consumed so much

Sweet on the palate
full in your belly
No matter now where and who
I am not simple jelly

Anyways Ill simmer
I will be your after dinner

Before  and in the middle
of the day

You've tasted my madness
So who now is the winner