Coco Cough-not
A wintery cough
can feel rather tough.
Persistent and hacking
it sends our smiles packing
then steals counted sheep
so we can’t get to sleep.
Now would you cheer up
to know help’s in a cup?
It turns out that coco
all jolly and ho-ho
can soothe our cough ills
even better than pills.
This chocolate goldmine
contains theobromine
and as we’d expect,
has no ill-effects.
With this coco-cough link, have a hot chocolate drink!
https://www.newscientist.com/article/1919209-persistent-coughs-melt-away-with-chocolate
An ingredient in chocolate may actually be a more effective cough medicine than traditional remedies, a new study suggests.
It’s best to say YES to sensible food.
Eat all our veggies
with meat well chewed.
It’s best to say YES to exercise.
It helps keep us fit
and also wise.
It’s best to say YES to a good night’s sleep.
With eight to ten hours
of dreaming deep.
BUT
It’s hard to say NO to late TV shows
with popcorn or ice-cream
or marshmallows.
SO …
You wouldn’t say YES, if handed a plate
of yummy baked cakes
or some sweet chocolate …
would you?
Celia said: When we’re tired, we are more likely to give in to temptations. Well that’s my excuse. What’s yours?
Self-controlled people have better lives – but for the rest, lack of willpower is more like physical fatigue than moral failure, says Roy F. Baumeister, professor of social psychology at Florida State University.
Sweet Sorrow
I have a sweet and sorry tale,
I promise you it’s true.
It happened a few years ago –
Now would I lie to you?
It started with a parcel,
A present from a friend
Who posted Easter munchies,
A kindly thing to send.
She sent rich English toffee,
And luscious marzipan
All dipped in thick dark chocolate,
Packed tightly in a can.
And on the very top we found
All dressed in festive red
The sweetest chocolate duckling
Who bore a note which said:
“I left my country as an egg
But somehow on the way
I got so bored I had to hatch.
Can I come out to play?”
We ate the lovely marzipan,
We chewed the English toffee;
We shared the goodies with our friends,
A treat to serve with coffee.
I couldn’t bear to crack the duck
Though Granddad said we should;
I used to stand and gaze at him,
He looked so sweet and good.
And so he lived inside the fridge
For weeks, for months or years;
The very thought of breaking him
Would bring me close to tears.
But then one day it happened,
His balance being poor
He strayed too close to the shelf’s edge
And shattered on the floor.
Alas! No more our luckless duck!
Well, what else could we do?
With only chocolate fragments left
We ate him, wouldn’t you?
© Elaine Harris
Australian Children’s Poetry 