Planet Sucrose

The atmosphere smells of apple pie.
Soda vulcanoes mix with momentos rock and shoot sky high.
Gingerbread homes are just out of harms way.
Chocolate covered snails stare at the Milky Way.
Gummy bears enjoy sour gold fish at night.
Carbonated Blue Ocean Dew is a beautiful sight.
Brownies are the planet's dirt.
Hot cocoa springs have geysers that squirt.
It rains lemonade.
The alligators are medically inclined, swimmimg with a sense of gator-aid.
Animal hearts are red hot.
Pixie sticks of rainbow dust are shot.
Fireworks consist of rocks that pop.
Fields of fondant are filled with white chocolate bunnies that hop.
Follow the candy corn road
And kiss a gum drop covered toad.
Do not stare at the everlasting gobstopper star.
This is the place where sweet things are.

Tick Tock

Tick tock.
Writer's block.
I finally changed the hour on my clock.
Let's take an imaginary leap.
I cannot sleep.
My mind is tired, so I weep.
I dream when I should be awake.
My head races when I need a break.
Type a word and another, is all it will take.

Remote Magician

With his top hat and bag of tricks,
The biggest TV remote, the little boy picks.
He doesn't even need a sheet to mask.
In a quick jumbled task,
It's gone in a pinch.
Where could it have gone beyond a square inch?
Is it in the couch or under the mail?
Is it in the toy box or in a water pail?
Darn our reliance on such a device.
Getting up to turn on the TV appliance will have to suffice.
That's when I kick it.
I sigh in relief as I sit.

Best Friends Forever

I look into the mirror and what do I see?
A little boy is smiling back at me.
Who is this happy young boy,
And why does he have so much joy?
I smile in return and wave hello.
He also wears a shirt of yellow.
I giggle and do a little wiggle.
He responds with a jiggle.
I raise my fingers to the glass to touch.
Does he have parents who love him very much?
He whispers with a secret to tell.
I lean in to listen and then we bid farewell.

The Darkness

I roll over and I open my eyes.
Darkness is what I despise.
There is no light.
To see anything, I begin to fight.
I roll over in an attempt to see.
Where is everyone? How can this be?
Trapped in a cage?
At this young of an age?
I cry and cry.
This must all be a lie.
I'm all alone.
It's dark and the crib is like stone.
No one will come to the rescue.
Then the door opens. Mommy, it's you!
Bright light shines behind her.
A purring kitty sits licking its fur.