A declaration of adoration and obsession that goes beyond mere human comprehension
Sonnet 18 (B)
Shall I compare thee to another treat?
Thou art more gorgeous and far tastier!
Rough winds did blow thy foil along the street.
I watched it fly away as hastier
do-gooders beat me to the gun and raced
thy wrapper to the grassy riverside.
I followed in their steps and found a space
to sit and savor thee, which satisfied
my craving for thy creamy cocoa taste.
Naught's as delectable as thee, my dear
and never shall I let thee go to waste.
Thou shouldst no lack of adoration fear;
so long as I can smell and I can see
thou won't last long, for I'll have eaten thee!
almost iambic pentameter but with a few spondees and pyrrhics and trochees thrown in…
well, it's not really iambic pentameter then, is it?!
Here's a link to Shakespeare's Sonnet #18, in case you're curious: