Candyland? Poem by Gregory Corban Jr.

I wish for a place, where whatever I touch.
Is something I can taste.
And where there is much, we are allowed.
To eat such and such.
And the taste I can feel, and the feel I can taste.
And the banana peels are made with sugar paste.
Where the snow is sugar, and jelly makes up your booger.
Oh, I wish I could go to that place.

Oh I wish for a place, where the water is soda.
And ginger covers my face.
And when is it raining, juice pours down.
And the sugar is remaining.
And the wheels are peppermint, and peppermint make the wheels.
And everyday children's mouths are filled with squeals.
Where the candy is greater, and you could snack on your waiter.
Oh, I wish I could go to that place.

I wish for a place, where trees are candy cane.
And I could play with my gumdrop mace.
And the dirt is made of brown sugar.
And nothing would ever hurt.
And bread is my house, and my house is made of bread.
And if that were the case, I'd eat my own face.
Oh, I wish I could go to this place.