Day 36 prompt: cupcakes
I think that man is sweet on me.
He calls me Sugar Pie.
My face gets hot and pinkish
As I stammer back, “Oh, hi.”
He leans a little closer,
Saying, “Buttercup, you’re cute.”
All I can do is blush and blurt,
“Why thank you, Juicy Fruit!”
He looks into my eyes,
With a grin and says, “Cupcake,
I’d like to get to know you.
I could take you out for steak.”
“Hmm, Punkin, that could work.”
(I’m leaning way past maybe.)
“But how about I cook for you?
My food’s delicious, Baby.”
“Well, Darling, I am sure it is.”
His arm around me reaches.
“I’ll bring wine – a white, a red.
How does that sound, Peaches?”
I’m pulling his face close to mine.
“Honey Bun, you’ve got a date.
I’ll see you later, Jelly Bean.
Come at seven. Don’t be late.”
My menu’s all sweet nothings:
Puddin, Muffin, Sugar Beet,
Dumpling, Tootsie, Angel Face …
And not a thing to eat!