My compliments are far too vibrant
Wrapped in gold paper with
Ribbon glist'ning like the Hope Diamond
A thousand grains of stardust
Like a moon that will not
Keep to its globe
My tongue struggles from its tether
Compliments it doth enrobe
In the finest Chinese silk and
Words fresh-backed and gingerbready
Are sprink'ling powdered sugar
Like snowflakes on what is already
A sickeningly sweet cookie.