Desserted Island

Swirly-twirly gumdrops,
Cotton candy clouds,
Lakes with chocolate milk inside,
And licorice lions are proud.

Mountains made of ice cream,
With whipped cream snow on top,
Powdered sugar beaches,
Swedish Fish all flip and flop.

Jungles hang with Red Vines,
Palm trees made of Jell-o,
Flowers made entirely of peppermints,
Where the chocolate roses grow.

Stranded on a desserted island,
With lots of sweets to eat,
But, sadly, I'm a carnivore,
And all I eat is meat. 

The End

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