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 .
I love tic-tac-toe
the game played with Xs and Os
Xs are for the hugs I crave
Os are for the kisses I gave
the British call it noughts and crosses
a stuffy way to put love in boxes
I guess a cold handshake will have to do
what do they do to the girl they want to woo
a special derisive thank you to Hallmark
knowing that love needed a renewed spark
for keeping St. Valentine’s legend alive
and a bigger business to contrive
can’t forget the sweets for the sweets
Russel-Stover and Godiva provide the eats
splurge, start the diet tomorrow
another good day for remorse and sorrow
this year, ignore the commercial
be special, love special
not just for that special day
but for each and every day
ME and the Boss Poetry 