Poems About: CHOCOLATE
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109.A Chocolaty Day
Chocolate, um.., chocolate, how good,
makes me think of how sweet you are.
I'd send you a box. I really should
since you live not close but too far. read more »Kathryn Tyler King
Give me a piece of chocolate.
Let it melt in my mouth so sweet.
It's my one temptation
when it comes to something to eat. read more »Edwina Reizer
I want chocolates,
on Valentines day,
like all the other girls,
smiling and laughing, read more »Amouta Stardancer
112.CHOCOLATE OR FLOWERS?
Ice cream, chocolate, or flowers?
I asked the girl of my dreams.
She looked at me in a moment of glee,
And asked why not all three? read more »Robert Edgar Burns
I love my love
love you my love
Never loved someone so much before
I brayed with pride read more »Busy Dsa
114.Valentine's Day Fountain
Did you ever see a fountain?
Of streaming chocolate fondue?
Pouring down like water
In a liquid-chocolate spew? read more »Marilyn Lott
115.Chocolate to Die For *aka* Willy Wonka’s Woeful Ways of Weeping
Vincent Smith II died yesterday,
Of a most peculiar way.
He was temporary worker loading cocoa in the Cocoa Service Plant in Camden,
New Jersey. read more »Joe Rosochacki
116.My Silver Bell
Just look at that sweet thang
wearing that tight silver wrap!
At a table nearby inhaling
and exhaling smoke rings, read more »Almedia Knight Oliver
Chopping up walnuts whipping up cream
Grating fine chocolate that tastes like a dream
Out from the oven all cakes raised well
Looking delicious and what a great smell read more »David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com
118.A Chocolate Nut (Free Style)
I am a chocolate nut
I like them all and so what?
I eat them in a rut
And I enjoy them in a hut! read more »Dorian Petersen Potter
Adorable chocolate... read more »hazem al jaber
120.Trruffles (A Chocolate Orgy)
She stood behind the counter, feet spread wide
Her hair neatly tied in a bun that the netting tried to hide.
Smiled when I entered, hands covered with sugar dust
So she wiped her hands on the apron. That she must. read more »Sidi J. Mahtrow