Candy-Boy Kyle

It's been a long, delicious journey for Candy-Boy Kyle
He gobbles up candy, a lover of any style
He'll dippity-dop his Lollipop
He'll slappity-slip his Taffy Strip
He has hockety-phlegm from his M&M's
"You're gay!" they say
As he deep-throats a Milky Way
He'll dance down the lane
With a hand on his Candy-Cane
A gentle breeze from his fart
Smells like a Sweet Tart
The second skid-mark this month, he notes on his chart
Candy-Boy Kyle will play for a while
Blowing into a Strawberry Whistle
It's quite a sight, when he sits for the night
Pooping a Candy Missile
He loves to suck Sour Balls
And check all the bathroom stalls
Searching for a leftover Caramel Cube
He'll eat what he can find
If it's on the floor, he doesn't mind
He won't hesitate to swallow it down his tube
His teeth are turning green
From the Gummi Bears in between
The meals he eats with sugar
He skips to the store, to fill his belly up with more
Packages of Candy-Coated Boogers
For a Charleston Chew, there isn't anything he wouldn't do
He'd kiss another boy, for an Almond Joy
And for a Butterfinger he'd make him spoo
Lemonheads, Boston Baked Beans and Alexander the Grape he loves
He loves Twizzlers and Circus Peanuts as well
And when a Snicker's bar peeks out of his bum like a turtle dove
Candy-Boy Kyle
Says with a smile
"Golly! That feels swell!"

The End