Towards the Field

The sun rays illuminating my target
My whipped up half and half in my grey
Aluminum sauce

Their it lies beaming from cheek to cheek urging me to throw my puffy substances,

I look onward, handing a cheerful young lady the fee to throw the white topping.

I walk up close enough to hit my target properly

I step to angle my body to the best possible position.

                        And then

                                    I throw

                        I hit

                                    As quickly as the wind

Splat a thousand specks of the gumptions puff

            Into my targets face and hair

Satisfied with my accomplishment  

I go

                        To eat

            A ravishing sandwich

                                    For the attack went smoothly

                                                Though the hunger for more

                        And more the hunger grew.