In A Cupcake's Shoes Poem by Belle Violet
In A Cupcake's Shoes
Cupcakes are meant
to be savored.
Devoured.
Loved and
deflowered.
They're not meant
to be chewed,
turned-on-your-tongue,
used,
just for the flavor;
I say,
they are meant
to be savored.
They should find their way
into your guts.
And,
with any luck,
you fell in love,
when you swallowed
those crumbs.
It's a pity
a confection
should wind up
in a garbage can,
on account of
your gluttonous guilt.
But I know how you love
your deprived, righteous will.
I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me
for fear someone sees.
Or someone finds out
you indulged
in me.
You'd rather I wind up
-anonymous-
with the rest of
your lunchtime trash.
I'm not angry,
you can't be,
in the bottom
of a barrel.
When you're made up
for ingestion
You're disposed of
or digested.
I suppose
given the two,
I'm happy to have avoided
the intestines.
i just couldn't pass up reading this poem. but, surprise! i now see that it sounds VERY familiar AND i left a comment just months ago! :) bri
-annonymous- kick out one of the ns. ;) i would suggest this could use a little editing, but at least it has cupcakes in it, even if they sometimes end up in the trash. I'm hurt you wouldn't eat me for fear someone sees.................nice! a 'squeamish' cupcake? ? .........I suppose given the two, I'm happy to have avoided the intestines. ............................................thanks for sharing. bri :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:52:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, whole new level of enjoying a cupcake without the calories but going through the whole delectable guilt stuff. Next time I'll ask for a - -IN!