oodles, oodles and oodles, more goodies galore what chocoholic could want for anything more a true paradise is the bakery in a candy store the only requirement is that you fit inside the door
put the candy along side the check out aisle guilt will go away when you promise to walk another mile remember to clean your teeth before you smile for the obsessed there can never be a stockpile
just buy larger size clothing when you start to get plump denying your passion will only make you a grump only the young can do the long, broad or high jump besides, who wants to be as healthy as Donald Trump
so I’ll have one more chocolate, if you please just the weird can live on cottage cheese .
rare is the bean that flavors vanilla
most exclusive to the court of Victoria
grown from the orchid flower, not the Iris
they add egg to their cream in Paris
it is the sugar not the chocolate
eight ball in the side pocket
never kind enough to mother dear
breakfast of champions a bagel schmear
funny how the poem writes
it’s limits knows no heights
every word exhibits its own emotion
subtle innuendo or crazy comotion
the poem waits patiently to be written
knowing that the writer has been bitten
the topic as usual, life, love or death
do yourself a favor, don’t hold your breath
life being lived in a no man’s land
lovers walking hand in hand
death is usually unplanned
now the poem has covered all of the topics
time to get my hands out of my pockets.
ME and the Boss Poetry 