We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Many are my lovers' woes when I'm not around. Choc'late from my head to toes. Legend in my town. I make Cher just Melba toast. Raquel's a cardboard box. I'm laid on plate with drizzled boast of Chocolate. I'm a fox! My autograph's a sleepy soul, so full of me as I am. I've choc'late layers through the whole, all topped with swirly icing. I started life as a dusty mix. Just add two eggs and milk. And now the world needs a daily fix of a slice of me and choc'late silk. I rarely spend the night on a shelf when parties serve me last. Just here today as though baked by an elf, Sweet mem'ries of the past. But don't be blue I'm back again when palates fancy me. So decadent, I'm called a sin, but I don't rightly see. How could I own a place in Hell? How could I tempt you there? For choc'late melts when temps do swell as the light of the sun doth stare. Methinks you better look Above to find my lasting Realm for He Who made this chocolate Love doth sit at the greatest helm. I urge you humans living well to keep your fork 'til last for when you hear Death's latest knell, your loves will see your breath has passed, but if Christ has saved you from all Hell your next meal's quite a blast. Forever you will live to tell of Chocolate Love's Enthusiast. by Jay O'Toole on September 4th, 2018 |