How I love this delicious sweet!
So intoxicating is this treat,
That all who glance
Soon learn defeat.

I watch it motionless behind the glass
How I wish I could walk on past!
Alas, my tongue has stuck to the glass
Another invisible barrier

The comforting curse, the sweet sorrow.
We all long to find our tomorrow.
With it’s sugary coat and dripping enamel,
Makes me wonder how I could poison myself
With such a sorrow, as tomorrow.