Treasure Island

Ross Bateman

(10/10/75 / Kingston Hospital)

Chocolate


Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate!
When you take a bite, you will taste its delight,
chocolate, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate,
it is so nice, sometimes covered in rice!

Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate!
It will make you scream, and sometimes will be covered in cream!
Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate,
when you take a nibble the side, it will take you on a fantastic ride!

Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate!
It will make you jump with joy, it will make you act so coy!
chocolate, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chocolate,
Pay for the choclate with every last penny, and buy so many and many!

Submitted: Wednesday, October 15, 2008

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