I'm facing the wrong direction. I'm upside down cotton candy.
I'm soft and sticky and I disappear if you look at me wrong.
I rot your dang teeth.
I am found at carnivals. I am pure sugar. I am made in a high speed spinning machine.
Adults buy me and pretend it's for their kids. Kids eat me, but parents enjoy me.
I come in bright colors.
There is nothing healthy in me.
I am served on a paper cone. No one has any idea how big I can get without collapsing under my own weight.
I seem to defy the laws of physics.
Sometimes I'm gross and sold in plastic bags and get eaten on the train, miles from where I was made.
I am cotton candy. This is a metaphor. Figure out what the part about being served on a paper cone has to do with my metaphorical nature.
