Cleanliness is next to Godliness

There’s a pretty girl in class
who doesn’t sit next to me anymore.
Her head is a vanilla cone
with strawberry sprinkles
that smiled at me once.
Her legs are peppermint stalks
that bend and interlock
and wiggle from the side
of the wafer she sits in.
She raised her candy hand to say
some things, like caramel
dripping from her mouth
and onto my desk.
It turned my notes on da-das
into an alphabet sundae
I tried to scoop up and save
for a midnight snack.
Then, there were ants
crawling all around...