Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Syrup Sponge


Pour a pint of cream
Upon my spongy bulge!

Scoop me with a
Hefty spoon;

Taste my essence -
Do you swoon?

Feed your self-esteem; indulge
In me until you burst -

Death by syrup sponge - you're cursed!

And as the count in inches gain
Upon your weary waist, the strain
Will tell, but you'll not care -
Steeped in sponge, you're unaware!


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Submitted: Monday, November 01, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 08, 2012

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