ODE TO PEEPS
Marshmallow, sugar, I love you, you Peep
Bunnies, chicks, even snowman appear in my sleep
Shapes, color, and flavors, every season is new
So many peeps to chose from - what do I do?
You can never eat just one, the situation is dire
They taste like creme brulee when roasted over a fire
So now you all know - I'm obsessed with the peeps
If they ever go away I will certainly weep.