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.