The Sugar Skull Ballon

 

The sugar skull balloon

Talked as it floated without any bones

Only full of air

Rattled and hustled with breeze everywhere

Snorted like a ship’s hull

Red masts as it sailed

Breathed in and out its skull victory cap

As it side to side flailed

Secretly learnt tricks to pirouette and ballet

With ribbons, bows and bands

High airy bones and hollow cheeks tinctured with pink rouge

Frills full of ruffles, its breezy gust of collars

It wore like a scholar’s bib

And danced high upon the cotton candy clouds

As it danced the skies were a spoon of soulful blue soufflé

The black pudding and pie birds with red currant eyes

Doffed gingerbread hats

The straw of hay in piles

Looked like vermicelli sweet

And the brown and white round knobs like pebbles

Around the shore were assorted

Like Gulab Jamuns and Rasgulla’s

The white crested shore like Malai Phirni

And rocks like sugar Peta

Of a Bengali sweet store

The pots filled with white sand

Were desiccated coconut and condensed milk

And green and yellow cactuses like Raj Bhog

Jalebi was the swirls along the puddles

Malai sandwiched the sweet pumpkin gourd

And carrot fields of Halwa

As their sweetened discourse betwixt the sugar skull balloon

And the Peda pandit balloons uplifted with sweet saffron

It soon confabulated and their heads rose

Higher up through the sweetened air

 Of cinnamons, cardamoms and cloves

They got the bird’s eye view of the strange dessert island

The sugar skull rattled his tongue and whispered low

“I am passing through another hiss

And before air expels my chords Sssssss……

I shall land in my favourite dessert”

Rightly the atmosphere whisked him away

To another sweet land

This time croissant buns filled with cream

Doughnuts and flaky sugar angel wings

Currant buns, gingerbread men

Surrounded the strange balloon

And buried the sugar skull balloon

In a little casket tomb

Full of gravelly chocolate sand

Till air pumped from under the strange sand

And soon the sugar skull balloon

With air rose again

From pits of a sugared tomb

Buffered against the spoonful soulful blue sky soufflé

Propelled and buffeted the breeze against

Like a ruffled scholar

As he was magically inflated

And rose higher than any balloon man

Through fields of custard, cheese cakes, jellies and meringue

For goodness knows he had a sweet tooth once again

That stirred the pot overflowing with

Sweet porridge, milk and honey

Through the mystic dessert land!

With moon, planets and stars

Filled like Barfi, Besan ladoos and Kaju Katli diamonds!

Malai Kulfi comets and Ras Malai meteorites

Whilst delectably Mava Roll Rockets and Sutarfeni asteroids

Zoomed across stellar space of Soan Papdi!