Honey, this thee I love
And thy sticky absolutism
They defiant sweetness with
A totalitarian approach to life

Either it is sweet or you will slim it
Either it is tasty or your will make it gooey
Nothing is safe from thy rapturous clasp
All fall before they trail of tacky prowess

Who shall stand before your
Enveloping tirade of crystallized goodness
What manner or being can resist
Your textured tantalization

You make tea taste the better
And you are good on toast as well
I keep a bottle of you on my desk
And 5 pounds of you in my fridge

100% Pure Honey
U.S. Grade A Fancy