Pamela Sue is in the kitchen
She is making her delectable candy
Now my tastes buds they all are itchin
As she adds the sugar and a drop of brandy,
She is mixing the chocolate on the stovetop
As she prepares to create some of her tasty sweets
I now can smell the fragrance from her candy shop
I can hardly wait for the bonbons and the other treats,
She’ll form some dough for her donuts
How I hope she will fill them all with some jelly
Maybe she will sprinkle them with walnuts
Now there is a hunger stirring in my belly,
She creates the most delicious desserts
And the most wondrous types of pastry
To my taste buds I am sensing the flirts
Whenever I walk inside her bakery,
She walks about her candy store
With flour on her face and wearing an apron
While she makes one more s’more
To a happy and satisfied patron,
Lo and behold I cave into the cravings
To her sweets I am so weak without a doubt
I rush in her shop with all my weekly savings
She tells me though with a sadness, “All Sold Out”.
Randy L. McClave
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