Karmic Delights Poem by Greg Gaul

Just got some.
They come in packs of twenty four.
They're these little swirls, about an inch wide.
Like mini sticky buns, sorta.
There's caramel in there and a glaze on top.
Absolutely scrumptious.
You can pop 'em in the oven.
Or, I just microwave mine.
When they come out all warm and gooey,
You can pick 'em up with your fingers.
Did I mention they're scrumptious?
Oh yes, you can't eat them.
They're only for others.
Karmic Delights.
Yummy.