Comedy, experience, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry


Just saying the word, whew
Feels like a poem on my lips
Please let my indulgence of you
Not show up on my hips

You make me lose all sense
So dark, creamy, rich and sweet
I see you everywhere thence
A cake, a bar, a cookie, a treatchocolate

I decide to impose a restriction
We must never meet again
But this must be an addiction
Cos I just cannot seem to refrain

In the checkout at the grocery
You are on the shelves to tempt
I think I am strong and walk away
But inside I regret with contempt

Before I am home safely
I certainly end up giving in
And stop at a small store eagerly.
Dear Chocolate, you always win!

Poem #6 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge


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