In our mouths, saliva to melt them to sweet ecstasy.
Which make us go round and around.
It is confectionery that I speak of.
Which are dipped gently into white cream so soft.
That sweetens our teeth to a smile.
Let me eat like a queen and roar a mighty appetite.
A sponge cake coated with brown chocolate liquid, have mercy!
To dip fingers to panic.
Easter eggs with essence so rich that one’s eyes begin to water.
Drowned in a box full of cold fudge.
Then delicious rasgullas wet in a can so perfect.
Behind the black forest one so dainty.
We’ve got to have some whipped cream.
With a bit of warm chocolate to dine with grace.
With soft light brown chocolate balls topped on its head.
Beastly help, why don’t you go on serving us?
Before this night is done with, so go on feeding.
You all have guessed right, this poor poet is on a diet.
Note: malai pedas, kaju katli, modaks, rasgullas,gulab jamuns, rasgulla malai, are all Indian sweetmeats.
This poem for me is a tragedy……I can’t eat a thing I have mentioned 😦 😦 😥 Woe is me !!!!!