Candy Poem by C. Albert Andrews

She is hot, she is flashy
She is downright saucy
A real beauty.
Some call her cutie
But I call her Candy.
Sounds like a sweetie?
The best in the city
Pretty and witty
She is my honey
And she comes with me.

She speaks with a lisp
Because of her lips.
When it comes to her hips
She makes them twists.
If you look from behind
She looks so fine,
She'll blow your mind.
But you will be fine
Because she is kind.