Monday, June 14, 2010

Infatuation

Ahh, dear cupcake,
I long for you
Like a Canadian in summer
Desperate for hockey,
Like dust on top of a cupboard
Aching for a dust cloth,
Like a junkie moth
Addicted to the flame,
Like a series of addled similes
Longing for expression.
Come to me; I beckon thee.
Don't just stand there!
Oh dearest one, please!!!
.....
For the love of Pete,
Would someone please pass me the cupcake?

8 comments:

Mall Diva said...

No, mine!

ArtformTheHeart* said...

hehehe, good one

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Mall Diva, you stand back and keep your cute little mitts off my cupcake!

Just said...

First rule of cupcakes Mr Picklesworth- ladies first! They do look great cupcakes and that is a great poem!

yui said...

I regularly visit your blog.
Keep on challenging!

Bike Bubba said...

I thought that the first cupcake was supposed to go to the little one?

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Baby Moose is going to be stuck in third place for a long time. He'll have to settle for milk.

Marvin said...

Very nice. You have an intriguing misdirection here.