filling isn't it?

metaphor filled adventures into the soul

Off to school again,chasing knowledge of what has been,

Between me and my prison, stands the store full of sin

With buckets and barrels, of sweetened delight

I think I may stop, Just out of  spite

For in the display sits a wonderful cake

with thick creamy icing, and sprinkles at stake

The baker says to all they should approach with care

not to slice it yet, a magical fillings in there

I asked him to please let me see what's inside

with all his resolve, he gave in to my cry

"son she a beauty, a single sheet" he exclaims

"but the magical filling, still warm from the flames"

"But how could it be still warm inside

would the icing not melt and begin to slide?"

"the sprinkles are there to hold tight the bond,

the icing is hardened, like a knights armor he dons"

this all seems, like a test of sorts

hardened icing, i laugh with a snort

this simple pastry,with all it's appeal

so much inside, it cannot reveal

not a tease, but a test of my appetite for sweets

from this filling, I shall not retreat

I step to the knife, with all that I am

I will slice you, beauty be damned!

As the tip pierces through, my eyes did deceive

there was no resistance, as I was lead to believe 

the icing itself staying true to form

the sprinkles held up, and the filling still warm

My mouth now flowing for the taste to come

a sweet explosion second to none

I asked for the price of the slice of heaven

"Oh I can't take that, we don't open til seven"

 

 

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[Sophster300]

Haha! I really really enjoyed this! The flow is exellent, wow :) x