I need a taste to get me through
A milky way, a flake or two.
all my hurts would simply heal ,
if I could munch a wagon wheel.
the PMT would fade away,
with just one bounty everyday.
No chocolate should pass my lips,
(one in the mouth is an inch on the hips.)
I must resist the walnut whip,
or I'll have trouble with my zip
But sometimes there is such a day
when chocolate is the only way,
so sod the diet ,damn the spots,
don't offer one... I want the box !
Theres no such thing as far too much,
you think that way.. you're out of touch.
if all that sugar makes me manic
perhaps I should go more organic ?
silverwood studios 2005.