A Lolly-Pop

A Lolly-Pop...A Lolly-Pop,
T'is a choice I must pick.
A purple one...A yellow one,
Or one that's on a stick?

I wrap my tongue so softly round,
Into the saliva flow.
It melts to form sweet juices,
And slips to my below.

I do not try to hurry it,
I let it be at ease.
It soothes all my frustrations,
And tries my taste to please.

To suck it makes me younger,
And my pride is sort of hid.
For when I feel and act that way,
I am once more...a kid.

A Lolly-Pop...is in my hand,
In memory...it endears.
Just touching it to my tongue again,
Takes me back in years.


E.P. 1908 - 1989