?Ode to a Fresh Baked Cinnabun

?Ode to a Fresh Baked Cinnabun?
Cinnabun I love the way you smell sooo good. . .
warm in the morning.
Love to like the sugary sweetness off your gooey top.
Love to pull you apart piece by steaming piece,
though you scorch my fingertips.
Cinnabun you tempt my senses
Tease them,
making my tongue scream for more of you.
Cinnabun I love to taste you,
your essence lingering on my smiling lips.
Cinnabun be mine forever.

err... Lick, not like third line

this sounds tastey and detailed while at the same time "sexual", ohohohohohoho!!! i love it!!

lol great morgan... brings back memories of when you first wrote it. I thik it is your second best work.

We have scone's with cornish cream ( like butter only richer) and currant ( kind of like a jelly but much different) you eat them hot, there is a bakery on high street not far from marlow street were in the summer you can by them in the morning sit outside at a table and have them with a spot of tea. bit of a treat then four hours at a gym to make up for it. Dam scones.

Oh, how I love scones with that jelly stuff and cream stuff. I had authentic english scones with cream and jelly in Disneyland with Mary Poppins. I never did go to the gym to work it off though; just trekked around the park for hours (that's Disneyland Park, not Blunt-rolling Park, just for jackbutter's information). 🙂 It was delightful, at the end she dressed up all the ladies (little tiny girls to old women) and she put hats and feather boas on us and took pictures with us! She even spoke with an english accent; it was magical. 😉 The waiters were dressed as penguins and even waddles like them, which was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. The event was called "Practically Perfect Tea with Mary Poppins", and it was practically perfect in every way. 😛

waddled is actually what the waiters did, not waddles.

And also she wore those fancy white gloves, and I was jealous because I have always wanted to have an excuse to wear those fancy white gloves.

By the way, very creative poem.

In case anyone is interested in knowing the history of this poem (and it's a rather interesting history):

I originally wrote the first draft last year in a note to a guy friend of mine whom I was stalking at the time. He actually loved it (I don't know how he knew, but he did know that it was me who was the stalker... and so did this other guy I was stalking... am I that see through?), and showed it to a whole bunch of his friends. Then I read it out loud in my english class because of my stupid hairbrained completely disorganized english teacher who never actually gave us anything to do of any value and had us read only about three books, one of which was definitely not even on the curriculum, and forced me to use all books I read in tenth grade on my regents and forced us to write a poem a day for the entire month of april because she had no idea in her inexperienced ingnorance that when it comes to literature, quality is more important than quantity. Well, actually I wrote it partly just to annoy Gwen, and definitely read it to the class to see if she really would hurt me for it. But anyway, it did become rather infamous last year.

Oh yes, and scones are very good, especially warm with butter...

scones a ten cinabun a ten mary poppins story a 10 this one is a winner so we can not be compleat lossers