HOW I WAS SAVED FROM CHOCAHOLISM!

 

Aunty’s got a chocolate box.

She said,”Have one or two.”

I had one wrapped in bright red foil,

And then a flowery blue.

 

I sucked them – oh, so slowly –

They were so VERY nice!

I thought, would Aunty REALLY mind

If I had a couple – twice?

 

They were the most delicious things

That I had EVER had!

Surely, if I had – just – two more

Aunt could not call me bad?

 

Oh, SCRUMPTIOUS!  YUMPTIOUS! There were more

That I just HAD to taste!

Why – if I left them sitting there

They MUST all go to waste!

 

The box was looking emptyish.

The last ones left looked lonely.

I thought that it would be QUITE wrong

To leave a couple only!

 

And so I ate the last ones too,

But, very strange to tell, 

They didn’t taste just quite so good,

And – I didn’t feel so well …

 

My tummy looked about to pop!

My throat felt – kind of queer…

My tummy started woooobelling –

I held onto the chair!

 

Then as I looked at the chocolate box

And wondered would I be whacked,

I remembered every gluttinous glob

And the box got its contents back -!!

 

BLARRRRUGH!

 

Now I wont touch a chocolate,

Not a bar, a block, a bite!

I will not even look at it!

Well, at least I won’t – tonight…