a work in progress

[thehenchcroft]

THE SUGAR MAMA

my sugar mama,i miss her so, was really quite refined,
from sugar cane, and sugar beets, and other sweets combined
the caramel strips which were her hips were carefully designed
to accentuate her butterscotch so beautifully defined
her teeth were little toffees all perfectly aligned
With licorice whips instead of lips oh how her smile shined
search the world over, a sweeter gal you'll never find
for just one bite could run all night most hyperactive minds
but to my grief our love was brief and fate was most unkind
ending romance by sending ants to eat up her behind

-Mycroft