Pudding

How I like pudding, soft and creamy.  

The mere thought of its taste is dreamy.

As I lay in bed my eyes awake,

I remember my childhood of that chocolate cake.

My thoughts can not be expressed with words,

How a poem on pudding seems so absurd.

I hope this topic sparks interest in your day

and may pudding turn your life gay.

 

 

 

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