A sugar coat and sprinkled hat
A frosty sheen of snowy glaze
A doughy cylinder squished flat
You last too short a number of days.
A knife stabs through your delicate lace
The net of starch that cushions every part
You’re chubby all over, save for your surprised smile
All bundled up in napkins and tossed in the cart.
Incomparable in beauty to any known face.
The friends of couch potatoes, near and far
So neatly aligned like tire stacks
A warm and wafting smell that tickles the nose, you are
More famous than the president, lounging on the rack,
More random than the Play-Doh sitting on the floor,
As warm and soft as blankets, twelve years old
A Goldilocks dessert, just right for snack,
Not small or big, just tasty gold
Much sweeter than anything,
With a bitter end.