To the illustrious Monarch, whose realm dances upon the tide of sugar and cosmic dreams,
I pen this reverie from the silken sands of Nebula Niblet, where stardust whispers secrets.
Ascend, O Empyrean Confectioner,
your crown woven of starry spectral hues.
Here, jellybeans arc across the horizon,
each a planet, a piece of time's sweet tapestry.
We gather in your honor under luminous moons,
carving constellations from the candy clouds,
while the universe hums in mellifluous unison.
Yours eternally, the devotee from Spacetime Scone.