A Mounded Serpants, Circle Poem by James McLain

Draw with fingers there upon the mounded circle.
Being luxurious,
is bright the white edition.
It can be wrapped with the paper,
gauze of purple.
Attach the pleat which to it has the stripe,
sunrise and sets in tightly drawn out circles.
It is placed some say in there,
depending upon the sexy baker.
The sugar, wheat the flour and the rich vanilla,
which she breaks the egg and mixes.
Order is to be in tasty form yellow soft,
I ponder at this sweet your my predicament.
The frosting and freezing and covers of the pinkest pink
and it is baked, when it is done.
Spiral outword, starfish, shellfish linear.
There is gloss, bright glossy bright see it is.
Top stability and blindingly upwards it invites.
There is a gloss,
red as of the fire truck and the wagon make rejoice.
The complete serpants mound,
comes circlecircle.
Even where the highest hottest eye, it is rubbing.
Come off, blinking home too come, has been reattached.
The sweetest cherry sweet not sour,
it exceeded puff runs off, abundant pink.
And red of it connected pink.
And purple royal is more than beauty has it's mask.
Dessert of just one, God.
The beauty of it is is almost lost in flakes remainder.
Remember me of it because, should you thus it take.
Being sexiest, it is sweetest,
afably the cupcake of the greenest of the pinkest
of the pink, blinking sun none ever saw.