Sugar Sea

[bohemianboswell]

Here you come galloping ‘cross honey
crystaled shores.
Where shells are made of candy.
Soda pop waves! Oh, so dandy!
A deaf snail can hear your tastebuds screaming
With starved delight.

There you race, to and fro.
A sugary breeze and in you go.
While cinnamon drops encourage the land.
…Drop the ridiculous umbrella, and
Take my hand.