CUPCAKE LOVE
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Cupcakes for breakfast, a sweet delight
A morning treat that makes my day alright.
The first bite melts, so velvety smooth
My sweet tooth it doth quickly soothe.
The cake's moist, a tender crumbly treat
A symphony of flavors, a delicious culinary feat.
The frosting’s creamy, a gentle kiss
The sprinkles twinkle, ahhh--heavenly bliss.
The world slowly awakens, thanks to this sweet surprise
As cupcake love opens my sleepy eyes.
Categories:
cupcake, 12th grade, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Sucker for ill fated romance,
I’m dancing an ultra slow dance
on Heartache Boulevard;
I’ve got so much love to bestow
if you’re not mine I’ve got to go;
Or I’ll be permanently scarred;
I saw stars when given your kiss,
fearless and blinded by such bliss
fell down and lost myself;
Thought you wanted a warrior
would appreciate and spoil her;
Treat her like she’s top shelf;
I’m a peculiar type of fine,
fire and ice will often combine;
Lightning on a cupcake;
Took this game and I tore it down
now my king will not let me frown;
No more road to heartache.
Categories:
cupcake, courage, emotions, feelings,
Form: Other
Barista’s Bakery home of the screaming cupcake
I had to rush inside to see what this meant.
Screaming was happening in two corners of the room.
One boy was devouring a purple cupcake.
It was screaming bloody murder.
Another couple was gnawing on a carrot cupcake.
It was shrieking as if it was in labor.
I have to have one I said. Which one is the loudest screamer?
That’s the mother-of-all-screams lemon cupcake, the baker said.
Before I even got started the cupcake began to yell “HELP! POLICE!”
Categories:
cupcake, humor,
Form: Personification
Cupcake Carrie had no idea how she got her name
Was it something that brought her a lot of fame?
She didn’t know that either, but frosting was her vice.
She could not resist cakes or cookies with glossy ice.
Her parents were gone almost before she was born.
She craved sweets every day, loved a German crème horn.
Cupcake Carrie, why don’t you start a restaurant? Said Pete.
I don’t like to cook or bake, she told him. I just like to eat.
Categories:
cupcake, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Few super stars can pull off a sticky cupcake dress
Some would not like the frosting, sprinkles or the mess
Katy Perry twirls around in hers, showing all kinds of flash.
I think she is wonderful, others might think she is brash.
Categories:
cupcake, fashion,
Form: Rhyme
White cupcake girl was dressed up like a cake.
Her hair white as frosting, which she did not shake.
Her skirt looked like flounces, all white and round.
I knew that this girl must be heaven-bound.
Categories:
cupcake, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Faerie girls are so happy and pretty
If they live in the bowels of Cupcake City
I heard this today from an elf, Little Bitty
And they are witty added my cousin Kitty
They cannot all be witty I argued with Kitty
She rolled her eyes, which did not make her pretty
Wisely staying out of this mess was Little Bitty
An elf who ran to see more faeries in Cupcake City
Categories:
cupcake, fantasy,
Form: Monorhyme
cookie monster cupcake in my lunch box! Timmy sang out.
His voice was joyful, it was gleeful, more of a happy shout.
He was thrilled to find such a gem for it rarely happened for him.
The rest of the lunch table was glad for their friend weird Tim.
Categories:
cupcake, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Cupcake queen made no apologies for her darlingness.
Her light lavender hair looked normal on her, I must confess.
Her multi-colored taffeta tutu would have made me look like a clown.
On her, it looked more right-side-up than upside-down.
Cupcake queen had whimsical ways that entertained us.
We played to her strengths, as she gave us no fuss.
Her costume was unique, I think she created it herself.
She looked like a doll who had jumped off a warm candy shelf.
Categories:
cupcake, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
All I want is one yummy chocolate cupcake if you please.
The child was excited to help, frosting was a breeze.
Mama was patient, watching as her child decorated with her spoon.
Why don’t they use a knife? Asked a novice, the sweet October moon.
A knife will cut into the cake and make a huge mess.
This is the preferred way, said the older sister, Tess.
Mommy knows how to frost the best way in the fall.
By January, my little sis will not need any help at all.
Categories:
cupcake, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Quatrain
It’s my shield of glass,
Seen through and yes unseen.
Entombed by it and more
At bay it keeps the green.
No sand to hold my steps,
Just a mask to stop the strain.
Sheltered from you and more
Reflecting off the pane.
A note, a tune, a song
And others like these three.
Do daily strike a chord
And spark my memory
I’ll keep the window clean
While hoping you do too
And long onto tomorrow’s day
For a cupcake lunch with you.
Categories:
cupcake, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
I have baked a cupcake for you
For anyone reading this,
I hope it brings sweetness, happiness, fulfilment too!
Just a habit of mine, when I have time to spare
I love to make them and then to share!
Enjoy!
Heidi Sands
12/4/19
Categories:
cupcake, food, giving,
Form: Rhyme
Cherry topped leaves
Frozen ventures into gardens
When I splice that cake
sipping on apple pie
Stirring my drink
with a straw
The branches break
I hear them crack
the pinecones fall
in the night I see the bending sound
nothing hushed
in a crowd
Verses spoken
I feel the starlight as you crawl into bed
next to me
on cupcake mountain.
Categories:
cupcake, art,
Form: Dramatic Verse
You get two pillows for your head
Then you climb inside your bed
And make sure you do this dance in open light
You put a cupcake on your nose
And you wiggle all your toes
Then you wiggle your big toe from left to right
Then you squirm and move your hips
And you pucker up your lips
When the cupcake falls, you have to try to take a bite
If it gets squashed inside your pants
Then you've done the Cupcake Bedtime dance
You've made a mess, now clean it up, and say good night
Country song
Categories:
cupcake, dance, song,
Form: Lyric
My thoughts edge out at a slowing pace
From memory to memory with rusted grace
There’s a picture standing beside my chair
It strains my thought and harbors my stare
The photo itself, a grayed black and white
It’s perfectly framed in the autumn light
There we are on a bench on a pier
I remember neither from yesteryear
There in my palm is a warm cupcake
An offering to her, its hers to take
Her smile and eyes suggest warmth too
Once more I wonder if she knew
Categories:
cupcake, best friend, girlfriend,
Form: Rhyme
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