Candy Shop

The choice was great, product superb,
Nothing unbarred, with but a word,
Freedom to choose, whichever one,
Of all varieties, two seemed real fun,
Little chocolates on a shelf,
Wrapped up just for me and myself,
To reach up and grab them, with such sweet ease,
And maybe to wait then, just for a tease,
Circle them carefully, trying my choice,
Second opinions, hearing a voice,
I got them down, and in two bags,
One of Wire, one of rags,
Kept on shopping, for ways unknown,
Candyfloss was discretely shown,
Delicate and thin, soft and sweet,
Stored above a better treat.
Taffy, twisted, around its core,
Spun so softly, but when finished, sore,
Soft and stretchy, doubly sweet,
Warm and gooey, couldn't be beat.
Satisfied I paid my due,
Why Take one when you could have two?
So I have both now, I'l happily stay,
To open the candystore and pick each day.