These cinnamon rolls and butterscotch,
My dessert game’s top-notch.
Whipped cream ripples, moonlit streams,
Caramel drizzles, fueling your dreams.
Drizzle that sauce on this crème brûlée,
Layered so sweet, you’ll beg me to stay.

Stacked like pancakes, luscious and warm,
Milkshakes that stir up a perfect storm.
A goddess in form, your thoughts in array,
I’ll have you craving me every day.
I can be your Sundae.

Not your Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, or Friday—
Maybe Saturday,

I can be your Sundae.