Ode to Cupcakes

A student's mom got my sister & I a box of cupcakes from Magnolia's Bakery in NYC. She often brings food once in a while -- I absolutely love her, not to mention her kid is quite brilliant, when he wants to be, and can be adorable (though he's at that age where he might take offense to  being called "adorable").

As Thanks to her, and to the wonderful bakery, I was inspired to write the following ode.

A collection
Of pastel delight
Encased
In clear plastic,
It might as well
Be quality glass
To match
The quality within.
Sweet on the eyes,
Sweet on the nose,
And especially lovely
To the tongue,
Each crafted with
The purpose of enticing,
To pleasure the senses.
Treasure
That perfect swath
Of curliqued frosting --
Pink, mint green, lavender,
Chocolate,
Topped with a scattering,
A carefree pattering
Of rainbow sprinkles,
Result of a spring breeze
That added magic
Upon magic,
Beside the delicate flowers
Of molded sugar.
Take a dollop
Off the tip
With the tip
Of your tongue;
Just to taste.
Treasure
That singular moment
Of biting
Into a cloud
Of chocolate,
Of vanilla,
Of fluffy delight,
That captures
And enchants
Your sensual receptors.
Listen
To the demands
That are made of you:
Wicker chairs,
A porch in line
Of the spring breeze,
A glass decanter
Of barely sweetened
Iced Tea;
Match with
A china saucer,
With pale blue trim
And pink flowers;
Set across the yard
From
A blossoming
Magnolia Tree --
Namesake
To your delight:
Magnolia's Cupcakes.