Love is a many splendoured thing – or a bunch of ……

they’re little colured pills
that promise all your ills
will soon be sent away

they taste good on your lips
and feel bad on your hips
but we swallow anyway

in a packet
or a bucket
by the hand
or by the bowl
we open wide
throw them inside
and munch, and crunch, and groan

oh, chocolate, how I love you
your praises I shall sing
your brown and gooey gloriousness
so much pleasure to me brings.

jesskawrites 02/05/2014 / 6:37 pm

M&Ms?

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- Claudette 02/05/2014 / 6:48 pm
  
  little chocolate buttons, m&ms – if you go to my other blog you will see a picture of them, it is – justamicrot.wordpress.com
  
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wantaps 02/05/2014 / 8:30 pm

I feel the same with chocolates! 🙂 I love this poem. 🙂

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Thewitch 02/05/2014 / 8:39 pm

So THAT’s what you have been up too!!! Brilliant!! I love it. I might even do a pome myself!!

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- Claudette 02/05/2014 / 9:20 pm
  
  get to it witchy poo. i want to see it soon.
  
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  - Thewitch 02/05/2014 / 11:30 pm
    
    Did it 🙂
    
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Looking-glasses 03/05/2014 / 12:17 am

Just had mini m&ms sprinkled on top of frozen raspberries and icecream for dessert.
So. Good.
Now I want more chocolate.

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- Claudette 03/05/2014 / 9:05 am
  
  oh boy, now I want YOUR dessert. 🙂
  
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