Treasure Island

Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

The Candy Lady


Pamela Sue is in the kitchen
She is making her delectable candy
Now my tastes buds they all are itchin
As she adds the sugar and a drop of brandy,
She is mixing the chocolate on the stovetop
As she prepares to create some of her tasty sweets
I now can smell the fragrance from her candy shop
I can hardly wait for the bonbons and the other treats,
She’ll form some dough for her donuts
How I hope she will fill them all with some jelly
Maybe she will sprinkle them with walnuts
Now there is a hunger stirring in my belly,
She creates the most delicious desserts
And the most wondrous types of pastry
To my taste buds I am sensing the flirts
Whenever I walk inside her bakery,
She walks about her candy store
With flour on her face and wearing an apron
While she makes one more s’more
To a happy and satisfied patron,
Lo and behold I cave into the cravings
To her sweets I am so weak without a doubt
I rush in her shop with all my weekly savings
She tells me though with a sadness, “All Sold Out”.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Saturday, December 21, 2013
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