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 .
it is alright to let your mind travel to far away lands
trips to a fantasyland that no one else understands
just remember to come home from time to time
unless your chosen vocation is being a street mime
those who think they are in control call it a daydream
hopefully your trips are not too frequently upstream
beware of the romantic delusion that verges upon lust
better to dream being rich and building a charitable trust
is it only the sick whose fantasies become nightmares
or was it what you ate that made you unawares
what of the seer whose mind cultivates premonitions
can anyone do it under the right set of conditions
must you make reservations to take these trips
must you pack a bag if you’re joining the apocalypse
let this rhyme stimulate your mind
and may all of your trips be one of a kind
ME and the Boss Poetry 