Candy Turtles

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The emperor of nut and caramel

And chocolate chomps was turtles made of brown

Milk chocolate and pecans with gooey swell

Of caramel that squished on tongue.  No frown

Could fill a face with turtles made to please.

In childhood they were ultimate, supreme,

A boyhood’s unsophisticated taste, just these

Were perfect.  Caramel, the perfect cream,

Made this perfection perfecter than mere

Pecan and chocolate in a mix combined.

The taste was glorious, a seraph’s sheer

And pinioned wings more perfectly refined.

  Of course no angel wing was brown or hued

    Like nut, but these were saint-like, Heaven embued.

© Phillip Whidden