Sticky, clicky poppy lid

Snaps open; nasal bliss

Ensues; a sugary mid

Morning madness

Red, glistening, pips

Upon my shoulder

Captain of the preserves

Conserve my energy

For this conserve

A jewel upon my knife

Then spread on wheat

Burnt, golden, sweet

Jam makes a happy life!

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