Ode to Candy Corn and How I love Thee
Candy corn, my sweet, you've gotten a bad rap.
People say you're too sugary,
Liable to make everyone fat.
But they don't know what I know,
oh candy o' mine.
They don't know how tasty you are,
how you make me shine.
You see candy corn, I don't think people understand you.
They don't understand every color of your multi-striped brilliance
is one more level of delicious.
They don't understand that one bite can heal a bad day,
a single taste can make one weep with joy,
and an entire bag can cause a hyperactive psychotic episode. Don't ask.
Dear candy corn, I understand you.
I understand that you're sweet and tasty,
Without slapping more fat on the hips and thighs,
Which really appeals to the sugar freak in me.
I understand that you're a Halloween staple.
How can you have ghost and goblins posing as children,
and witches and werewolves running amok,
Without this sweet treat to fuel them?
Since I was little, o' candy corn of mine,
you and I have been best buddies.
We've trick or treated, partied and handed out candy,
you're simply a part of me.
Not to mention the reason for my cavities.
Candy corn, I must confess.
I can eat you in a cup.
I can eat you from a plate.
I can scoop you up in handfuls.
My favorite method, by far, is the funnel execution.
Just pour it all in, please. I'll get the ones in my teeth out later.
Oh candy corn, how I love thee.
I'll pass on the tricks, just give me the treat.
Top two images from Google. Other photos copyright of the Blond Duck.
*Stay tuned tomorrow! Instead of our usual dance hall dreamers tale, we'll have a short spooky story guaranteed to terrify and cause shivers. And Thursday, we have the scariest meal you've ever seen. On Friday, the end of the spooky diner tale!