I suspect that being shipwrecked
Would not be as bad as it seems
If I could crash on the dessert Island
That has haunted me in my dreams

In my pudding bowl boat I stay afloat
Paddling with my silver spoon
Until waves of syrup carry me over
Tumbling into a blueberry lagoon

Oh wondrous Isle!
Brimming with sweetness
Cherry-topped hills
Of ice creamy greatness

Brown sugar beaches
And candy cane trees
Filled with Jelly fishes
And apple crumble bumble bees

But until I discover this island that hovers
In the thought bubble above of my head
I’ll go to the kitchen and make it my mission
To create a real dessert island instead.

Dessert Island - A short funny poem about a sweet place to be shipwrecked.