i see them waiting predators of the gummy kingdom. white bellied and translucent blues, they are squishy and delicious i could eat far too many, too many sharks. their flavors a perfect thing, delicious

Gummy worms so much to enjoy sour and delicious small multi-colored red and blue together the greatest of them all. the squirm their way into my mouth from the bag perfect to enjoy. they are the smallest

a place made entirely of chewy and sweet gummies. the roads, so soft, the buildings they jiggle and everything is edible so I take a bite of the courthouse, the library and some cars. no one minds their

so small, the miniature bear in a bag filled with his friends, dedicated to bringing me delicious, chewy flavors. in multiple flavors, and colors, they bring me happiness as I begin to eat them, handfuls

squirming in the bag worms of multiple colors, covered in sour and sweet sugar flavors. so small, and yet so much flavor a punch packed, by a worm. the red and blue are by the far the greatest perhaps

chunks of gummy i imagine myself with bowls filled of the stuff, unshaped no molds, just the pure gummy ready for eating. handfuls falling to floor I demand more I need it all all the flavors and colors

xs slithering through the gummy countryside, deep in the grass, the sugar grass, they snake along, as they are that, snakes, of gummy. we rarely see them, in the wild and in the shoppes, a specialty of

whomever was first, the first to create the gummy, is a genius beyond compare. the brain beyond normal. Such a wild thing, sugar, a hard, coarse sand, turned into the softest, chewiest of all things, and

As big as my head, a gummy bear, the size of a baby bear, a real baby bear, but all gummy. I do not think I can finish it, let alone some of it, perhaps an ear or two, and the rest must be shared. the

a classic design never changed, forever perfect, the bear, sitting, waiting to be eaten. the cutest of all the gummies, the sharks they scare, the eggs, the do not do much, but a bear, a teddybear gummy,

Chew chew chew, a Poem!!! chew it, keep on, despite the muscles sore and aching, a day of eating gummies, constant, a contest, and I'm winning. the goal sits right in front on the table, a thousand pieces

Gummy Gummy Gummy Chewy and so good the perfect treat to always eat before and after food. translucent as the light shines through bright colors seen, a gift for you of visuals so sweet and flavors too.

little bears, a bag of them, any brand will do. I do not care which flavor's first, they all give me that chew that chewy texture I desire any time of day stress relief through gummy treats a food with

Such little creatures hiding in the bag, waiting for me to come along, and take them by the hand, and walk them into my belly. They have a singular purpose that is to provide food and joy to all those

a rugged spirit, wandering the deserts, the butterscotch dunes, the wrangler of worms, the gummy cowboy himself. far off into the wastes, where sugar and candy were sparse, live the giant gummy worms,

over easy, yet never cooked, yellow yolks, and when I looked into the bag, I knew I did not buy enough, for my hungry thoughts. It is a bit weird that they're shaped like cooked eggs, and taste like sweet

Gummy Sharks, the first in a list of four delicious gummy treats. Here is a poem I am dedicating to them. Smooth white bellies, translucent blue, a beautiful combination, made for me and you. They are

Sometimes I sit and think, often about gummy worms and their sweet flavor and soft texture, always in danger, of a lecture about eating too many. 'I know,' they would tell me, 'that you love them, and