Kazi Maisha


My Unapproved Love For Chocolate


Momma says chocolate is bad
'Don't make your teeth mad! '
I say chocolate is good
'After all, for my frail and skinny body, it's food! '

She keeps an eye out on me being Tom Sawyer
If only chocolate had a lawyer
Then Momma will be proud
But, sadly, chocolate isn't that loud

Today Momma won't be around
So a few pieces of chocolate won't cost a pound
She won't see
So I'll be hunting for my honey like a bee

Now she is gone
Oh, I jump to my lawn
To the store! ! !
Chocolate, I'm coming for more

I flawlessly fly to my love
Like a calmly ecstatic dove
I take my chocolate to eat
Only to see Momma is behind me on line ready to beat

Submitted: Monday, December 30, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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