Sprinkles & Confetti

Sitting in the window,

Between a big, blue, berry muffin

And, a delicious, cherry strudel.

Juicy, blue berry bits,

Kissed with powdered sugar -

The muffin was my favourite,

But, the cupcake made me wonder.

A hat made of assorted creams,

Decorated with glitter,

So, pretty and quite the eyegasm,

But, can I eat it - I wondered.

Muffins and strudels,

Are a dime-a-dozen,

Though, some, wickedly tasty,

They are.

But, this cupcake was there,

Nonetheless…

It HAS to be edible, doesn’t it?

I only had a dime to spare,

To splurge and whet my buds,

And, I always stared at everything,

Before settling on the muffin.

But, this time I eyed the cupcake more,

Usually, discouraged from change. 

Never, had I seen it before,

But, I chose it, all the same.

Reviews

[Uc Amalu Jr]

Wow! It's an appetizing poem.