Sonnet 25

  • Do sing a song of sweet delight tonight,
  • Of cakes and custard hills and pudding plow.
  • Rake up fat bounds of glazed doughnutty plight,
  • In decadent clouds, in full modest bow,
  • In rings, in plumes, in shapes, in buttered wings,
  • In dreams that pull on wilted whimsy strings.
  • Infuse some heat and scrunch your snoot and bake,
  • Morph men into faeries, merrisome wake.
  • So bunt and front that floured, weary head,
  • Sugary smoke has called a gory fight,
  • A tasty war to caramelize the dead,
  • Your dainty journey to red velvet heights.
  • When nights end too soon and days fade away,
  • Present dessert and life's a cabaret.

Notes

Dessert makes everything better, whether it's after dinner or in bed or with coffee or by the shore. Cures all your qualms, amplifies amusement and merrymake, and tastes really, really good. Hence this piece.

Structurally, all iambic pentameter with a varying rhyme scheme in each quatrain. Flows quite nicely when read aloud, but doesn't quite have all the word choice cohesion to the baking analogy that I'd normally like. Gotta keep moving so leaving this as-is.

Also gonna get "glazed doughnutty plight" tatted on my chest.

— Huy on