The noise of tinkling music and the clanking of machines,

Overwhelm the senses, as in a trance like state she heads

Towards the object of her wishes with eyes widened in delight.

Then nose pressed against the sticky glass she revels in the sight.

Pink clouds of dew drop coated webs

Created by cascading sugar from a plastic scoop,

Leaving tangles of cotton wool magic in its place

Finer than silken strands and Belgian lace.

Spinning like a flimsy top, no substance, no weight.

Rotating as the treat becomes larger and fluffier with each turn

The dandelion seed texture twirling into joyous threads,

With crackling sugared scents that turn eager children's heads.

Harsh, long, thin, sticks of untamed wood are plunged into the mass,

the expanding balls of sweetness form their sticky shape.

A gravity defying sphere to match the widening eyes

of tiny mouths stretched into 'O's' of fervour and surprise.

Small hands reach out and faces plunge into the tempting treat.

A bite of weightless, insubstantial texture melts.

When tiny tongues and pearly teeth take an eager bite,

And candy-coated faces beam with sticky pink delight.

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