Baby Ruth

My dear,

you are my

Baby Ruth.

From afar,

my lips get waxy, damp, and wet

for you, my boop!

I can’t move on,

walk, sit down, lay down, or rest

if I don’t take a bite

of you!

I’ll be glee and fine

with even just one bite

of my Baby Ruth.

My dear,

I can’t lose

my Baby Ruth.

Come back,

so I can grab a bite,

eat and chew all day.

When can I get

more Baby Ruth bars?!

The time will come,

but I want more,

more, more, and more!

My home

will be full

of Baby Ruth bars

in days, weeks, and months!

I’ll just have to wait!

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