I can smell them in the air,
The scent that makes my mouth water.
I look at the clock anxiously.
Any minute now they will come to me.
The oven clock signals that at last they are ready to come out.
Finally, they can come to my mouth.
Once they have cooled,
I pop one in.
It's a gooey mix of heaven.
Okay, so I'm trying to write a poem for my English class. Any thoughts?