Greetings Well-Seasoned: Valentine's Day

For Valentine's Day: a poem and a picture... sort of! *grin*

A poem of a special kind of love... *heh*

By the Bard(1): A Soliloquy On Defeat By Cotton Candy
by Suzi Nassen Stefl

Enter solus.
O cursed puff of sweetness, spint(2) a-stick
To foil care-watched waists the likes of mine.
O scrumptious well-scorned sin:  pray tempt me not;
I love thee well, too well to do me well.
To take, to mouthe(3), to feel my o'er-bound gird(4)
Resplendant in the spun-puff's sticky strength:
No!  No!  I touche(5) thee not!  I curse the cals(6)
That courst(7) uncaring through my fatted frame.
And yet, I love thee well;  my strongness weaks.(8)
Alas!  My figure bodes a heavying.
If every will-wish could a cal o'er-take,
Then would I lose the weights that lump my mass;(9)
But how the lumps of sheen-fraught puffs appeal!
So juice, my mouth, and can(10) the sex appeal.


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1.      By the Bard:  in the style of Shakespeare
2.      spint:  spun
3.      Mouthe:  mouth, masticate, to eat
4.      o'er-bound gird:  over-bounded girdle;  too tightly bounded waist
5.      touche:  touch, touch;  a pun:  the speaker seems to be fencing
        with herself;  ironic in that at the end, she's foiled again
6.      cals:  calories
7.      courst:  coursed, flowed
8.      my strongness weaks:  my will-power weakens
9.      lump my mass:  disfigure my body;  in other words, the author is
        allergic to food:  when she eats, she breaks out in lumps
10.     can: archaic mid-20th century, means to put away in junk pile

...and here's the candy!

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