I have 3 choices open,
Milk, dark, or white,
The latter’s too rich,
Spoils my appetite.
Milk? Well, it’s milky,
The taste can be cloying,
So for indulging a pleasure,
This can be annoying.
Dark? Well it’s strong,
It is no counterfeiter,
It’s flavour’s intense,
And it’s smooth and it’s bitter.
For my palate that,
Hits the heights, it’s the top!
It’s the piece de resistance,
The cream of the crop!
Milk, white or dark,
The choice is quite stark,
Can I resist that strong urge,
To pamper, to splurge,
I make no pretense,
It will indulge every sense,
It’ll make me feel good,
‘Cause I love every bit of it,
It’ll make me feel bad,
For the weight gain hit of it…
White, dark or milk,
With a texture like silk,
And an assault on my taste buds
Like a minor explosion,
I cannot resist,
Cannot stop, can’t desist,
I’m a slave to my senses,
They must show their devotion.
I know I’ll regret it,
It’ll add an inch to my thighs,
But I just can’t forget it,
Though I gain a dress size,
Choc’lates my pleasure, but also my curse,
It’s the greatest known taste in the universe,
So I can’t take just one, it’ll be two, three or four,
And a few minutes later, I’ll be sneaking one or two more!
So let’s leave temptation up there on the shelf,
Admit that there’s little we ‘love more than choc’late itself’,
But with courage and will-power, I can walk past that box,
And resist every one of those delectable chocs,
I won’t have to say “Is my bum big in this?”,
If I forego that last, wonderful chocolate kiss,
Those truffles, those pralines, that unctuous ganache
Made by the Swiss with skill, finesse and panache,
Oh, who am I fooling? This isn’t Big Brother!
I can think for myself…and I choose another….