A Sonnet to the Sapid

How shall I sugar? Let me count the ways.

Crumbles atop golden butt’ry muffin,

Frostings, car’mels, choc’lates, pies, crème brûlée.

Nect’rous sugar, grant me your smile sacch’rine.

When I am tir’d, poor, huddled, yearning to

Breathe free, ard’rous sucrose, give me repose.

Succor by sucker, it’d be pas-de-deux

How many dulcet tidbits I’d enclose

—If with no consequence on line of waist—

A custard ev’ry day uncautiously,

And a cupcake, to purge the bitter taste

Of mistakes made yesterday. Honestly,

Must I confess, I really couldn’t bear’t

If cake ate I with tincture of carrot!

Chara Lee, 2014

Thought I’d share a tidbit of my high school senior English 1020 class.

Kind of appropriate for Valentine’s Day, if you ask me 😉

Disclaimer: I don’t actually have a big sweet tooth, but man, was it an inspiring dramatic poetry topic!