Impossibly Gorgeous

Smooth as vanilla, cold as ice,
Groovy like swing dance, tasty as spice,
Red like fire, bright as pure gold,
Worthy of all the worlds can hold.
Rough as the seas, warm as fresh bread,
Bitter, like tragedy, unmoving like the dead,
Free as the sky, yet crippling as money,
Sweeter than a beehive’s unrefined honey.
The golden steel, that beautiful blade,
Never doth that glitzy shine fade.
Sharp as a needle, hot as the sun,
Strong as the victory in tragedy won.
The golden girl, that femme fatale.
That smooth, groovy sashay never needed no ballet.
Walking along, singing my favorite song.
That flaming strudel can do no wrong.