John F. McCullagh
Milk Chocolate - Poem by John F. McCullagh
On my fingers, on my tongue-
Your taste a sweet and pleasing one.
I unwrap you greedily
And nibble on you speedily.
Milk chocolate, I can't resist-
in miniatures or in a kiss.
Three musketeers are worth the fee-
all for one and one for me.
In a pudding or a bar
I enjoy you in my home or car.
In drink, you warm my winter day
once my shovels been put away.
We all owe Milton Hershey thanks
For inventing chocolate bars.
Kudos goes for M &M’s
to his competitors from MARS.
Intoxicating like fine wine,
Your antioxidants are all mine.
I sneak away with you, my treasure,
an old fat man's one guilty pleasure.
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