Descontructing "Baked Alaska"

This is not a poem

Before Baked Alaska was finish
I had a brainstorm with my little muse
She was tormenting me
I wasn't sure where she wanna to be
I was caring her with me my whole summer
She was so small
I was afraid to loose her
I'm always surround by potential material
that I can use in case some idea come along.
But I know since I saw her
She was special
and She choose to not be in any Altoids box
But independent and very charismatic
A modern version of "The Emperor New Clothe"
Coming all the way from Alaska

Mix Media By C.L.DeMedeiros