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This is a SWEET post!

Okay so the Google ad running on my blog a minute ago said 'Sleepless in Colorado'....call me crazy but wasn't that movie 'Sleepless in Seattle'? Anyway, today I think I shall pen an epic ode to my best friend in the world. The one that I can always rely on in times of need AND in times of great joy and happiness. My one true companion through thick and thin, in sickness and in health - my one true love - SUGAR! :D And in case you didn't know, an ode is a lyric poem usually marked by exaltation of feeling and style, varying length of line, and complexity of stanza forms (consult webster.com for more info...although there isn't any more there...I posted it all here). Well, back to the topic at hand:

Ode to Sugar

This is my ode to sugar
We’re the very best of friends
Been with me since my diapers
Will be with me to Depends

We’ve had Mounds of fun be –Twix-t us
And we’ve seen the Milky Way
Me and my sugar daddy
And our little crème briolette

I like you more than sleeping, sugar
And that’s quite a lot to say
I’d take you over veggies, sweetie
Or a fruit bowl any day.

And so my ode to sugar
From the diapers to Depends
And so my ode to sugar
Well ... finally... it ENDS!

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Baby Sister said…
Lol!!!!!! I love you. That's hilarious. I should use that...
February 24, 2009 at 8:24 PM
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