N-E-S-T-L-E-S,
blah, blah, blah.
That commercial from fifty years ago irks
me.
“Chaaawk-let,” Farfel said. The whole thing
sticks in my craw.
Oh, I suppose Nestle’s Quik is tasty.
The problem is, it is so very quick;
Chocolate milk to be gulped in a single
swallow.
A cheap ploy to get kids to drink their
milk,
Lest rickets makes them sick
And they grow up not to be Apollo.
But a man puts aside things of a childish
ilk
And only a drink he can savor does the
trick.
Yet, a man is still subject to chocolate
craving.
His soul calls out, “Chocolate. Please, I
must have chocolate.”
And left unfulfilled, the desire turns to
raving
And he is shoved through the emotional
gauntlet
And in
minutes he’ll be stark, raving loco
Unless this great gnawing hunger is
satisfied.
But what, oh what, will still the man’s
anxious tremor?
A cup of hot cocoa!
It leaves the body refreshed, the mind
edified,
Can a reasonable man ask for anything more?
‘Tis music for the soul – baroque and
rococo.
Cocoa steaming hot on a frigid winter day.
Fingers, nearly numb, cold as ice, caress
the mug,
Absorb its warmth, regain the sense that
went away.
Across the table, sits the one you wish to
hug,
Her beaming smile and rosy cheeks light up
the room,
Her cheerfulness blending with the chocolaty
balm.
Sipping cocoa, you sit silently, watching
her,
A lovely rose in bloom
Who delights in the moment and makes your
world calm.
A treasured time that the cocoa has made
better
Shared with a friend, who when she smiles,
can lift your gloom.
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