Ode to chocolate: Oh, you're so shiny, so tasty, I swear, With one bite of you, I just couldn't care What strife there may be in my life as it stands; The worst that could happen? I might get sticky hands. What is it so great that means I can devour A couple, or three, bars in under an hour? What is it makes you so utterly dreamy? You're crunchy, you're bubbly, or gooey and creamy, Or fruity, or nutty, have nougaty core - I'll say it again as I've said it before A world without chocolate's a pencil unleaded - Utterly pointless, and a world to be dreaded! Hmmm...the diet may be getting to me, methinks...
I chanced, this morn, as I awoke To glance outside, and this was wrote: A game that lingers with little flair A game about which few do care Is it really, really fair? That such a thing should take up space And suck attention from the human race? Wrote, this was, upon a cat, Who looked most saddened, and with that He puffed out his tail and turned incandescent! Off he ran, to Mornington Crescent.
You meany! There's plenty of us that are really enjoying this game. It doesn't need 20 entries per day to be appreciated, you know? Poets need time! I'm cross. So there.
There's a lady in Salisbury For whom I do care Painting pictures and textures That write I'd not dare There are words and there's phrases She puts on this site Writ in neat thought cohesion That point up my plight Will I win? I much doubt it She's too good for me So I'll sit here and read it What'ere it might be.