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
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..