Arguing Sweet

“My eyes adorn you.  Even though it’s just our first date,
  my eyes adore you.  I’m a million miles away and I
  am with you, so soft, so sweet you are to me.”
“You are my candy corn, you are sugary
  taste delight, I am in Heaven, tonight,
  tonight I’m so inspired!”

“Oh I blush to your words, I am lilac-scented aloe
  coated with the smoothness of your praise.”
“I hardly know what words of thanks I can
  now offer.  Yet the candy corn you talk
  of isn’t truly right for this auspicious
  moment.  Maybe Hershey Kisses
  would be more appropriate—“
“Yet I, I take thy admiration
  with thanks.”

“C’mon now Juliet, there’s no balcony
  to raise you up above to contradiction—“
“It is candy corn and I do stand by my
  convictions—thy sweet, thy sweet
  you are my candy corn.” 

“Oh no, Romeo!  Candy corn does not
  inspire me, it is the deepest swale
  of ocean sugar tidal wave emotion.”
“Ask not, what it can do for me.”

“Carry on, oh my sweet.”
“There is nothing more to satisfy
  one’s inner lust of taste bud want
  than ample scoops of candy corn.”
“What taste, what taste on Halloween night!”

“No no no, Romeo!  I shan't stumble to this candy
  corn propaganda.  There is nothing there to impress
  upon my heart.  I beseech thee to abandon all this
  candy corn hocking, for I, I am damsel in this dress.”

“You would not know sweet if it kicked you in the eye.”
  “Oh, Juliet, you take away the hero in me, you do!”

“What light through Jack-‘o-lantern breaks?” 
‘Now romeo, you know what you can do
  with your candy corn!”

“Ah, yes, my contentious wench!”
“I do, indeed.”


40 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
10-29-19