I opened the bag with a quiet thrill,
A fistful of Skittles, a sugar-spill.
Red, green, orange—a technicolor cheer,
Melting rainbows from ear to ear.
They dance on the tongue, they snap and pop,
Each fruity burst I wish wouldn’t stop.
Like catching joy in a candy shell,
A kaleidoscope you can taste and smell.
Then comes the bar with the curious name,
Whatchamacallit—elusive fame.
Crispy, chewy, chocolate-bound,
A mystery that’s flavor-crowned.
Peanut butter whispers, caramel slides,
A waltz of textures that sweetly collides.
I take a bite and close my eyes,
A secret treasure in candy disguise.
So here’s to treats both bold and strange,
From rainbow sugar to flavor range.
In every chew, a moment to stall—
Skittles and Whatchamacallit, I want them all.
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