12-12 Sugar Bloated Plum

I'm a sugar bloated plum,
waddling- fairy boy
wet with the morning,
after-dew encrusted,
should have eaten spinach,
but didn't codpiece in white tights blues,
da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, plop,
a half-hearted butter melting yawn,
sprinkled with silver, tarnished,
glittering, muted make-up,
cookie-cutter circles smudged,
under the eyes, hands reaching out,
to the fluorescent, all too-gether,
light bright cringing halo, of a perfect
flour-less swoop of a half-remembered-attempted step,
da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, braaaaagh, blart.
boo. fairy wand in plumped-over hand waving.
whatever-boo.