Chocolate Poems
Since Hanna Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Hanna moved away.
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If I Were In Charge Of The World
by Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.
If I were in charge of the world
There'd be brighter nights lights,
Healthier hamsters, and
Basketball baskets forty eight inches lower.
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How Pleasant To Know Mr. Lear
by Edward Lear
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.
His mind is concrete and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.
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Chocolate World
by Gayumi Umaya
Chocolates are so sweet
That it can make you joy
Makes your day happy
Tasty, Tasty Chocolate
The Sugar-Plum Tree
by Eugene Field
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'T is a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.
When you 've got to the tree, you would have a hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
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Chocolate World
by Gayumi Umaya
Chocolates are so sweet
That it can make you joy
Makes your day happy
Tasty, Tasty Chocolate
Candy Colored
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the skies blazed golden
which turned deep chocolate brown
a luscious sunset
The Wee Shop
by Robert William Service
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking
The pinched economies of thirty years;
And there the little shop was, meek and shrinking,
The sum of all her dreams and hopes and fears.
Ere it was opened I would see them in it,
The gray-haired dame, the daughter with her crutch;
So fond, so happy, hoarding every minute,
Like artists, for the final tender touch.
The opening day! I'm sure that to their seeming
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The Battle Of The Bulge
by Robert William Service
This year an ocean trip I took, and as I am a Scot
And like to get my money's worth I never missed a meal.
In spite of Neptune's nastiness I ate an awful lot,
Yet felt as fit as if we sailed upon an even keel.
But now that I am home again I'm stricken with disgust;
How many pounds of fat I've gained I'd rather not divulge:
Well, anyway I mean to take this tummy down or bust,
So here I'm suet-strafing in the
Battle of the Bulge.
No more will sausage, bacon, eggs provide my breakfast fare;
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World Of Me
by Zach MacKenzie
In my wonderful world of me
I feast on raspberry moonbeams
And drink of the chocolate sea
My hair is blue, with eyes to match
The grass is red, the trees are black.
My marshmallow palace sits upon turtleshell clouds
Where I rule the stars and sing to the crowds
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