I watched a fun video on youtube about the history of sugar plums. When I reread my poem I see that it might come off negative but it is not meant to.
PC-Pastry Chef; SP-Sugar Plum
Plum tuckered from the Polar Express, off the rails and despairing of goody- goody gumdrops and sweet words that impresses many a poetic treat. Preparation of Victorian sweets, via PC, dreaded, droll, glorious and interminable. I’m laughing at you, if you try, Sugar Plum. You’ll turn colors as a longsuffering victim. The SP Fairy, flew through the season of peace and joy, only her tippy toes caring. Not a fruitcake, herself, to be busy for days, nor fuss and layer a dobosh torte for hours.
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