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Cocoa Butter

I live in a vat of cocoa butter
      I’m so afraid of getting old
The wrinkly skin, it makes me shudder
     Want cocoa butter skin, let the truth be told

I sleep in a bed that’s made of olives
     The olive oil is so good for the hair
Let it be known that I’m a pal of
     Young silky strands of hair, I swear

Now don’t forget to work your muscles
     To keep your youth, you must keep the tone
I hit the gym, at work I hustle
    Don’t want to spend the nights alone

I live in a vat of cocoa butter
     I’m so afraid of getting old
Must think real clear, remove the clutter
    Let the mind match the body, let the truth be told

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Dean Wood

Date: 5/22/2017 3:56:00 PM

Mike, I really like this poem. I am over the hill and way down the road so there's not enough cocoa butter to fix me. This flows well and is just outlandish enough to be fun! Thanks, Dean

Mike Gentile
Date: 6/12/2020 3:39:00 PM

Thank you so much Dean!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/20/2017 2:12:00 PM

- Do not be afraid to grow old, Mike ..... Nobody can avoid it - Your health is more important - Look like 26 when you're 64 is ridiculous .... plastic is not an option ... enjoy life :) - A great poem .... gave me a smile :) - Happy weekend - // Sun :)

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/21/2017 7:29:00 AM

Thanks, Happy Weekend to you as well:)