Sugar spun, ice crystal, air light cotton candy,

A singular taste no doubt these clouds deliver,

This white un-paste makes tongue buds quiver.

So indulge in cumulonimbus sweets,

Have stratus sink inside your senses,

Let cirrus seriously seduce your sense of smell.

Smile Sammy, six sizzlers are a slicing snakelets.

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