Sure from afar it seems
sugar is the style the mysterious
horns prefer, as an assumption is easy
for the picking when eyes are froze
in the throes tongues versed in the vulgar
know as the awestruck gaze at what can
only be elevated sweetness.
However the explorer daring to scale
her unforgiving ruggedness
(and it must be an elite level
explorer daring to do this)
discovers quick enough the flesh
is hardly fruity but is high
in salty content. So salty are these rocks
one wonders where the bartender hides.
Rookie Scribe