The Gingerbread Punks
 

Created in a secret lair

were cookies made to spit and swear.

Disgruntled little Keebler elves

designed this batch all by themselves.

They baked these felons one by one,

through dead of night till morning sun

They did receive their eyes and toes,

but never got their mouth or nose

For Keebler’s highest ranking elf

caught wind of this all by himself.

He notified the dough police

who packed a biscuit and a piece

The men of dough caught them with ease

ignoring their unleavened plea’s

they snatched them from their Keebler trees

and sent them all to Sara Lee’s

Just Luscious
 

Your coldness does not trouble me.

I’ll not pay heed to chill.

Deliciousness is what I see.

You tempt and charm and thrill.

The taste of you upon my lips

is caramel-coated glee.

You place yourself upon my hips,

and linger, happily.

You care not of my bulging thighs.

We never fuss or fight.

You’re joy, wrapped in a sweet disguise.

You keep me up at night.

‘Tis ecstasy, our sacred tryst.

Just you and I as one.

Your creamy peaks I can’t resist.

Our romance, just begun.

I dream of you, I’ll not deny.

Seduce me without pause.

I’ll shout it on a mountain high;

I love you, Hagen Das!