A speck became a marble,
became a ball, became a globe.
A globe became a planet
the moon a lunar probe.
Wound around a sun
in outer space got tangled up.
Mixed into Milky way and
Reese’s peanut butter cups.
Stars and stripes are frozen
served soft on top of cones.
Wieners getting relished,
sodas, chips, and Chicharrones.
Grab your kids some cosmic candy,
while you’re talking into space.
Sound in-vis-ib-i-ly carried through some stardust by your face.
You call it rotary, dial-up, touch-tone, or mobile phone,
then you fuel up your conveyance with liquid ancient bones.
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sharing, have a great day Jay
Like your take on our obsession for the sweet.
Ron