Sorry to say it’s an affinity
The love he had for divinity
White, gooey, always with nuts
The fudge that cavities love
In your teeth with so much sugar
Sickerly sweet in the cooker
He made a batch most every day
And ate it all, ’twas his way
Now Gummy, he was not wise
All that candy was his tooth’s demise
The Bag Lady 
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