As I step out of my big blue house,
Wearing nice dark jeans and a nice yellow blouse,
I hop on all of the stepping stones that make a long path,
And in my head I review for the huge test in math,
Scolding myself for not studying.

When I almost hop onto the last stone,
I realized that it had very suddenly grown,
And then just as quickly the stone turns to swirls,
Straightening my hair that used to have curls,
As I stand on the second to last stone.

I run under a tree really really quick,
And pick up nothing but a dead and fallen stick,
And I run straight back to the circle that hurts my eyes,
And when I stare right at it I hope it’s wise,
When I put the stick into the circle.

The circle tugs and pulls at the stick,
And seeing this makes my stomach sick,
For swirling circles cannot simply take whatever,
they please since they aren't quite as clever,
As me, a bird, or even a tree.

The circle wins the tug-of-war game,
and seems to make my arm strength lame,
As it mercilessly drags me into the swirling madness,
I suddenly feel tons of sadness,
As I swirl into the circle.

I fall through a tube that’s bright and swirly,
Full of huge dizzy lines that are spinny and twirly,
And I close my eyes to see the swirls still spinning,
And even with me trying, the swirls are winning,
Against me and my hopeless self.

Finally I think I can see the end of the tube,
I tense up and freeze like a human ice cube,
Because I am scared of what I could possibly see,
But I’m also excited to finally be free,
from the hypnotizing circle.

When I land in something sandy,
I realize I’m in a big world of candy,
with everything from gumdrops to rainbow lollipops,
And as far as I can see, the candy never stops,
And I completely forget about my test.

I realize I’m standing in Pixy Stix powder,
And I begin squealing with glee, louder and louder,
As I prance and stumble upon it, taking samples as I please,
Inhaling so much I think I will sneeze,
And then I move on.

The next thing I see is a village of men,
All made of gingerbread with a chocolate glenn,
with hollow cattails that are actually swirly straws,
And only for a tiny second do I pause,
Before running for the chocolate.

After slurping heavily on chocolatey yumminess,
I stare at what appears to be a land of gumminess,
And even though it just seems to be a few steps away,
I realize that for my binging I will have to pay,
Since I cannot move anymore.

Suddenly a cookie man drives by with a car,
And I realize from me he won’t be all that far,
So as he slowly passes me while driving down the lane,
I shout at him and look at him with a face of pain,
And smile as he hops out his car.

He walks up to me with a face of concern,
And I cringe as my stomach begins to churn,
From all of the chocolate that had tasted so good,
And the man told he he’d do whatever he could,
To make me comfortable.

We were at the gummy land really quickly,
And at this point my stomach was feeling very sickly,
But oh, the craving for more candy was simply unbearable,
And after eating tons of gelatin, I just felt terrible,
But I needed more candy.

Now instead of wanting to curl into a ball,
I felt like I could run up the biggest gingerbread wall,
So I tore through a candy cane forest full of Peeps,
And through a black licorice one that gave me the creeps,
Up a mountain that was actually a big candy corn.

A huge sea of caramel filled with all sorts of floats,
from pretzel rods, to marshmallows, to little apple boats,
And in my sugar-coated craziness, I decide to try to land,
on a marshmallow that’s slightly tanned,
and it’ll be in my jumping range soon.

I quickly assessed the speed of the boat,
and for only a quick moment I giggle and gloat,
at my intelligence of being able to solve such a question,
and then I complete my joyous session,
And spring off of the edge.

The world around me rushes by as a blur,
and deep down inside me I hope that I was sure,
Of all of the calculations that I had made while hyper,
But with dismay I’d have at the sight of a viper,
I realize that I miscalculated.

I plunge into the caramel, thankfully feet first,
but of all of the fates I could have had, this is the worst,
And as I inhale sickly sweet caramel in my very final breath,
I know that what will occur, is my very own death,
in an ocean of sticky, ooey-gooey caramel.

I open my eyes, my face wet from tears or sweat
my mother beside me, wondering why I have fret,
And I begin to break out with joyous laughter and relief,
And get up to wash away my mask of grief,
And then I realize, I’ve got a math test.