Overhearing Candy Hart
TRUE LOVE, the cloying little candies bray.
They beg BE MINE, KISS ME, CALL ME NOW.
If I could write those slogans, I would say
RUE LOVE and throw in KILL ME NOW.
I’d switch each KISS to DIS. That U R COOL
just fuels a bloated ego. I wouldn’t hide
the brutal truth: I’d print U R A FOOL.
But call me candid Candy: I confide
that I might be the bigger fool, the Hart
who can’t say no. When a guy gives me the eye…
he’ll promise me the world but then depart
at dawn. Good-looking dudes like you might lie.
I’m Candy, sugar and spice–but salty, too.
I think nice is boring. HOW ’BOUT U?
by Barbara Lydecker Crane
Editor’s Note: Just in time for Valentine’s Day, this silly sonnet amuses us as it imagines a girl who dares to be spicy and salty instead of merely sweet.