Ode to a tide pod

Oh how I judged before I knew
How soft thou wouldst feel as I held thee in mine hand
Thy first touch twas enchanting
I never hath knew a thing so soft
Before your thin skin was rested upon mine limb

I mocked those who hath said they wished to feast upon thee
Alas, I now feel that samest desire

Why prithee mine tide pod
Do thou hast such a texture of lust?
Thy soft delicate nature
Doth heavy make my soul
For I be privee to the secret
That thine taste
Is ensurence of death

Still I crave thee mine tide pod
Holden as thou mayest be
I shalt never have thee