Cotton candy sticks
To fingertips and young lips
Pink spun perfection
As the rain comes down
The bubble gum colored floss
Turns gooey orange
The once-white paper pillar
That held the mighty treat
Has collapsed
She cries in dismay
Not comprehending replacement
Disappointment in hand
Mother to the rescue
Another sugary castle
Is within grasp
Two dollars is nothing
To inspire that smile
Brought on by the king of confections
To fingertips and young lips
Pink spun perfection
As the rain comes down
The bubble gum colored floss
Turns gooey orange
The once-white paper pillar
That held the mighty treat
Has collapsed
She cries in dismay
Not comprehending replacement
Disappointment in hand
Mother to the rescue
Another sugary castle
Is within grasp
Two dollars is nothing
To inspire that smile
Brought on by the king of confections
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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