My honey has a sweet-tooth
For candy, cookies, cake.
To have just one more midnight snack,
All night she'll stay awake.
She gobbles down the goodies
As if to beat the band.
The wondrous thing about it is
She eats with either hand.
She starts out with her right one,
Then switches to the other.
Her diet is no lite one,
But super-sweet? Oh, brother!
And though she ought to weigh a ton,
She's just one hundred pounds of fun.
The only girl I truly love:
My ambi-dextrose turtledove.
Copyright © Bob Wombacher Jr. | Year Posted 2005
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