Cozy nights in Candle | Celebrate with a Poem

OK so, I thought today I'd write some kind poem/slash blues song about Candles I bought at a Strip Mall. It's a candle, it smells of coconut, what more do you want to know? ok hit it.

Triple wick candle. Too cold to hold, too hot to handle. You know the song, you know the band. I'm a triple wick candle. A square-fit circling a triangle.

The name of my game is a three-flame coconut smell of caramel, a lot of Italian bergamot. And if you must know I've got some Musk on the go to.

It's a Cozy Night in for me. You can stick your nosey into my jar, I won't burn you baby because I'm cruelty-free. Come on baby, light my fire and you will see. Scentsational, inspirational. Comforting and warm, take some shelter from the storm.

I'm hand poured in Florida, get your order in now before I leave. Before I either burn out, sell out, or blow out. I'll be outta wax, you'll be outta luck, Jack.

When you walk in the room, the only thing that lights it up more is me. Coz I'm your Cozy Night candle baby.

Triple wick candle. Too cold to hold, too hot to handle. You know the song, you know the band. I'm a triple wick candle. A square-fit circling a triangle.

Just don't blow me off, don't blow me out. No need for no gas-lit lamps, I'm going to burn baby burn, baby like The Trammps.

From Tampa Bay to Palm Springs, I'll be lit like a lighthouse along the sand. Lighting up the stage for the band. Lighting up the bedroom for you and your man. Coz I'm your Cozy Night candle baby. Lit like the South Miami Beach strip. Triple wick and super slick. Don't listen to Elton baby, you cling to me when the wind hits.

I'm like The Bangles baby. Your Cozy Night candle. Your Eternal Flame. Say it three times. Triple wick, super-slick no-trick.

Triple wick candle. Too cold to hold, too hot to handle. You know the song, you know the band. I'm a triple wick candle. A square-fit circling a triangle.