The little cupcake appeared
In her pink childhood dress
With legs curved
Like the legs of
A Steinway piano
Music poured
From her tiny breasts
She really was made
Of cream puff
And white frills
And she stood
On the corner
With her black hair
And innocent face
Holding her short
Pink skirt
From flying
Too high
In the wind
And who
Who could afford it
Wouldn't pay a million
For this cupcake?
And eat a bit of heaven
Before the light turned
Green.