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.
Β© ceenoa 2/5/2014
M&Ms?
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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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I feel the same with chocolates! π I love this poem. π
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So THAT’s what you have been up too!!! Brilliant!! I love it. I might even do a pome myself!!
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get to it witchy poo. i want to see it soon.
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Did it π
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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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oh boy, now I want YOUR dessert. π
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