Atomic Love |
You have stumbled upon my secret love for an intense candy. Read some fireball haiku and may you burn your tongue with pleasure. |
atomic fireball, ignite my tongue. send me to cinnamon heaven. |
atom-a-licious! yes, candy can be sexy. mmm, so hot and sweet. |
go away, garlic! atomic fireball vows to chase you from my mouth. |
the red hot flavor makes seventy calories worth every swallow. |
paralysis comes to many of my tastebuds when i suck on you. |
All images and haiku on this page (except for the guest poets) are Copyright 2002-2021 and beyond by Rachelle Rose |
Atomic Fireball is a registered trademark of the Ferrara Pan Candy Company. This webpage is intended purely for satire and a tribute to my favorite candy. |
whistling and smacking, cold, astringent breath stoking sweet, cinnamon flame |
Jay Maulsby, Houston, TX |
why is my tongue red? oh yes. i remember now. fireball hangover. |
empty, evil bag... mocking, soulless cellophane glares vacuously. |
a duel ignites between altoids and fireballs. who is triumphant? |
fissionable love an oral china syndrome the taste of passion. |
JZ, Seattle, WA |
place on your tongue these heavenly balls of bliss like communion wafers |
Alva Starr |
wrapped in a hard shell delight dissolves in your mouth like fiery kisses |
Alva Starr |
atomic fireballs more potent than sex or drugs sweet cinnamon sin |
Alva Starr |
here is something true big fat har likes fireballs too hey! this haiku rhymed! |
Ben N. |
my eyes fill with tears such sweet, beautiful mouth burn. better than Red Hots! |
Chicken Wing Charlie |
naughty little spheres sting my unsuspecting tongue like red scorpions |
dream of the fireball cinnamon subconscious thoughts will invade your soul |
fireballs contain carbs but not enough to stop me feh! atkins, shmatkins. |
Thanks for reading my Atomic Fireball haiku. |