This tastes better in person than on a plate. Its texture feels as though dinner is licking you. Respect to those who can handle the chew.

Wobble and jiggle, a dance on your plate, in colors so bright, it eagerly waits. Squish in your mouth, sweet delight's embrace.

I hold the sands of time, quite literally.

I'm not a spoon, but I'll move some earth

At the end of your drive I stand, collecting day by day. When my flag is upright though, giving is my way.