Pudding China Poem by Michael Witkowski

an angel on her front she bears
brown wings - like a butterfly
from afar or for the short-sighted
im midst of white, surrounded by
pink sleeves, under the wings
are her neat hillocks - sweet plums
the angel has her wings outstretched
as a stop sign- a pyjamy apparition
softer care you will never find
than from her pudding cheeks
wise rosy sesame, hawky nose
and deep eye sockets
in a sea of vanilla pudding skin china