13 October 2012
The walls are paved with Kendal mint, The cobwebs, pumpkin spice, All the lanterns run on treacle fuel, Stoked sweet with sugar mice.
There are crystals made of cane, And chandeliers, hung, granulated, Demerara, brown, both light and dark, You're soon infatuated.
Every tile is of candy corn, The tables, chocolate coated, My oh my, this sure is quite the place, Your tastebuds, now devoted.
So, come in, come in and satisfy, You're lusting for desire, Fill your passion for clove cherry pie, Within this nutmeg fire.
The Candy Factory • Opuss № I