Amit Jethanandani
Shakespearean Sonnet
3/11/01
The candy wrapper with its gorgeous shine;
its pleasant smell: peanuts and caramel.
A warm texture, like human skin, so fine.
It’s made so perfect; how could anyone tell?
Nothing tempts me more than this brown swirl.
The creamy, chewy and stretchy center;
it’s as rare as a necklace made out of pearl
with countless amounts of sugar, fiber.
Posing in a window of a local store,
in tiny blocks the candies are laid out.
One solitary piece, I wish was more.
In a round shape, one can resist, I doubt.
Maybe if I had another small chance…
…too bad I can only buy it in France
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