Nutella

I walked past my pantry Late one Friday night To the sounds of what appeared to be The goings on of a party inside I grabbed a hold the latches Swung wide open the door With absolutely no earthly idea Of what was soon in store Colorful lights were flashing Somewhere in the back I moved aside the ketchup and mayo To see where it was at I took out the pickles and saltine's So I could better see What all the commotion was inside Of my food pantry That's when I saw the flashing lights Inside the jar of Nutella I picked it up right away Me being a some what curious fella As I held it at eye level It vibrated in my hands In what felt like a driving rhythm From a 70's Disco band Can't say I wasn't nervous As I loosened up the lid No telling what was going on inside What dangers lay ahead With both hands slightly shaking I removed the rounded top There was a party in the making And it was going on non stop The Nutella had it's boogie on Or if you prefer, it's groove Whatever you wish to call it A party was the mood There was a strobe light and confetti Even a tiny Disco ball As I gazed over the edge of the jar I saw banners wall to wall I guess you could say Nutella Is quite the party treat That may cost you at the grocery store But once home the cover charge is free