David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com


.5. Chocolate


Chocolate made of yummy stuff
We taste it with delight
The more we eat the more we want
Some say this isn’t right

Chocolate looks so harmless
A smart smooth creamy block
With lots of little chunks to eat
All gone well that’s a shock

Chocolate does melt quickly
It runs between your fingers
Until you lick it all away
No fear it never lingers

Chocolate tries to temp us
In its many coloured pack
It tries to cause addiction
Being sure that we go back

Chocolate’s simple pleasure
Enjoy it while you can
With waistlines now expanding
We’ve installed a chocolate ban


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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