A Sonnet, by Estera Ulrich-Oltean

A sea of red as vast as any sea

Snow white doth frame the picture perfect box

Each door hides a morsel of mystery

Like that found by the three kings and the ox

Door number one is found right at the top

Its gold embossed letter signposts the snack

The perforations open with a pop

As cardboard crackles and is pulled back

The first taste brushed past your open lips

Then cream and chocolate melt upon your tongue

All else is lost in this sweet sweet eclipse

And by this kiss you’ll stay forever young

Now one is gone just twenty-three remain

But next year all will come to you again.