Sweet Poets
 

may your poems sing in the belly like rum and raisin truffles may your metaphors be naked, plump marshmallows may your rhymes be shiny-slick as a barley sugar stick may your poems be the secret grit in sea-salt chocolate and the chemical shock of tuck-shop pear drops may your poems fizz like sherbet lemons and stain the mouth long like Pontefract Cakes or blue bubble gum ice-cream may they gleam with the sheen of gummy jellies may your poems be peppermint crisp Tic-Tac-perfect, Extra Strong may they leave  behind a breath of Parma Violets and a memory of Spangles on the tongue     Annie Fisher If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Annie Fisher would be pleased to hear them.