Dreams
DREAM
oft times I dream,
about now it seems,
such sweetness it
gives me cavities
but I am safe for I know
there is little on this earth
so sweet wth the exception
of candy; my weakness,
my down fall here.
pepperment patties, gum drops
apple blossoms, jujubes
liquorice whips, french creams
and Laura Secord’s everything.
when I go to heaven it will be
a candy shop
where every thing is free and
there is no such thing
as tummy ages or caries
or sharing with the youngers
each will have their own
open twenty four hours a day
and the more we eat the more
God will smile.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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