Chocolate land covered a whole
on powdered sugar snow.
Still remembers the footprints
of a forgetful squirrel
that wandered days ago.

Mango sun hidden in-between the meringue clouds,
waiting for spring to bite
and out he will come oozing
smearing the sky-blue plate
with his yellowish glare.

Its not a recipe. Just a fun poem. Hope you all will appreciate it. Drop any comments on how you feel about the poem.