Chocolate Eggs
In July, no air cooler will dissipate the heat.
I squeeze the bag, it squishes, like paste within my hand.
The chocolate eggs were perfect, the kind one loves to eat.
April's chocolate ovals now are no longer grand.
Why were these candies put on a shelf three months ago?
A preference for jellies, perhaps may be the cause,
But a springtime gain of weight tells the reason, I know.
The candies weren't unwanted. They just were put on pause.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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