Don't take to your feet
If I talk too sweet
Too soon
There's no cause for alarm
I'm just pouring the charm
With a spoon
And as syrup so golden when seen from above
Looks leaden from underneath
What's viewed as shiny
And fine from up here
Might be more than just bad for your teeth
If it sets them on edge
I'll hedge
My bets and jump to my senses
Like discarded pants and put them on
Put yourself at ease
And give me a squeeze
Of lemon
I can take it
I need toning down
Not turning down like an over-heard tune
A stroke of the arm
While I'm pouring the charm
With a spoon.

welcome....

Forgot I wrote this. Not bad, needs work.