SUGAR DADDY
© W.B. Byers

Sugar daddy, hands
in the cookie jar.
Just call me
Mr. Goodbar.
I'll lick you like
a Popsicle stick.
Your Sugar Wafers
do the trick.
Like a Fig Newton, let me
smell your fruit and cake.
It's your sugar cookies,
I want to bake.
You can taste my jolly rancher,
as I glaze your donut.
Squeeze my Lemon Wedge.
Twist my Fruit Roll up.
You're as sweet
as vanilla supreme.
spread you like an Oreo
and eat your cream.

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