Best Cadbury Poems
Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum.
She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum.
“Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been looking down at the Punchbowl rubbity Dub”.
“Well Lenny, go to the grab a granny at the Rissole, Fridý night will ya luv”.
Friday came, Lenny put on his best bag of fruit and fired up his old VS Dunny Door.
With his pay in his sky rocket as he hit the frog and toad with the peddle to the floor.
Mum put some of dad’s old brill cream in his Fred Astaire before he left the house.
“Be good Lenny, me little china plate, if ya need a lift home give me a Wally Grout”.
Jenny was on the rock ‘n’ roll so she saved up her oxford scholars for a big night out.
She wasn’t flash to look at, with her bifocal monkey’s arses but she had a good jam tart.
She walked into the Rissole, tilting her leg as she let rip a decent Royce Hart.
Her dad would’ve said, “A bit more choke and it would’ve made you start”.
Jenny met Lenny at the near ‘n far, knowing he was giving her the old Captain Cook.
Introductions made and Lenny thought she was a bit of alright, as he had a second look.
They hit it off after Jenny’s Third vodka and Lenny’s fifth schooner of pigs ear.
Feasting on bar snacks of party dogs eyes, Jenny dripping the dead horse in Lenny’s beer.
A couple of young blokes walk up to Jenny and tried to give her Reg Grundies a flick.
Jenny started throwing cut lunches, smashing him on the Lionel Rose, then gave him a kick.
Lenny intervened, saying, “We don’t want any froth and bubble.” Before thing got nasty.
He took Jenny outside screaming, “He’s got a face like a half eaten pasty”.
And that’s how Lenny and Jenny met, Lenny’s mum was happy seeing Lenny with stars in his mud pies.
They got cash ‘n carried, had a couple of billy lids, that loved to eat burgers and fries.
It’s not at all romantic, but that’s how most Aussie love stories go.
Lenny and Jenny together forever, They’re mates most of us will know.
how great is it ... when u feel warm chocolate creeping it self in your cold bones
sneaking to your heart playing with it's beats fabulous tones
when you feel it in your veins in a cold night
& never let you realize wrong from right
when it takes the same path with blood to your limbs
leaving some taste of it on your lips
once your tongue touch it
you wont be able to think a little bit
when it keeps creaping till you are drugged
& when it's in every cell in your blood
when it keeps you under addiction
giving you all you need of satisfaction
but when you stop eating ,returning to land of reality
hardly realizing the force of gravity
then you feel in your mouth something tasty like chocolate mixed with milk
can't be anything but cadbury dairy milk
My first Dollie was white
It sat on the lap of Papa's mahogany chair
I looked closer and saw blue eyes
A miniature mannequin, she was thin
Was it a sin I stood not smiling? But turned within
Filled with joy, the color of my skin was Cadbury brown
My Christmas gift to me all along
Dark girls I meet were pretty and sweet
If they were poor, I loved them more
My brother's first love was an Ebony dove
She was the color of my love
Nobody told me I was beautiful
On our way to sea, I felt it
A nappy haired doll; hand in hand
With my teacher, Miss Daphne, on the pier
I felt a touch, warm as Carib' breeze
It was the arms of God saying I was His
Of Her, my Jamaican Mama wedded to my Papa in Belize
Where mahogany speaks
Mys second dally was brown
She made me smile, and lingered long
peering into iris of her eyes
It was deeper than colorism
It was first pool my spirit plunged in
It soothe my soul
My friend, Denise Taylor was white
Eyes the color of chocolate
Her curls bounced gaily as we skipped to school
Her mood I always savored, was jelly sweet treat
She painted me a picture of light in all its glory.
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Chocolate Indulgences (20150129)
If I really had no choice but to divulge,
In mountains of chocolate I would indulge.
I'm not just taking about Snickers,
Reese's peanut butter cups, Butterfingers,
Or other grocery store sweeties.
I'm talking about the expensive stuff, most from oversea:
Fruit and nut bars from British Cadbury,
Milk molasses chips from local Mrs. See's,
Fudge Easter Eggs from domestic Helen Grace,
Belgian praline Sea Shells from Leonidas,
Belgian Cote D'Or bouche pralines,
And from Germany's Ritter Sport--EVERYTHING!
Wallowing in glorious chocolate, I'd be so pathetic,
If not for the fact, that I'm a diabetic.
Give me bukut!
First root of my Belize
It is builder of blood
Strength of my bones
Soul fortifier
It ignites my fire
It has stood the test of time
Unscathed
Just as mahogany wood in hurricanes.
Bukut reminds me of the Baron's lighthouse
Its interior is mysteriously sweet
Generations come to feast
Do you know how long?
It endures heat
It is dark Cadbury of my skin
Its seed, caramel iris of my eyes
Its sap, blood of my blood...
Folks bask in shade of its limbs
It is here and there multiplying
Give me pallet friendly bukut!
It is root of my Belize.
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I love chocolate, all sorts of chocolate,
The darker and browner the better.
I love it like the Greek love their bread,
When their bread is covered in Feta.
A shout out to Cadbury and Nestle,
The companies making our dreams come true.
Making everything chocolate: cookies, cakes, and bars,
And even making chocolate shampoo.
Some say chocolate’s a medicine, a type of food group,
To others it’s a lifestyle choice.
I say chocolate gives everyone a serious reason to smile,
A serious reason to rejoice.
It makes us feel happy when sad, confident when not,
Forgetting all our troubles and woes.
It makes us feel delighted, ecstatic, perky and tickled,
From our head right down to our toes.
And the best time of year, every single year,
The Easter Bunny hops around quiet as a mouse.
He’ll be here soon, leaving hundreds and thousands of eggs,
Eggs made of chocolate all over the house.
I owe you, Cadbury iris of mine eyes
From age to age you watched me aged
Grace reminds, I'd see naught sans you gracing me
Yet; two more eyes I possess, there's two of spirituality.
Yes, I've grown from fire and ice, hurricanes, and sad groans
They say, one day I just simmered; seemed more settled
I who rose like dulcet scented rose in spring time
When time served stews with parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
My whole life I spent waiting; feeling trapped inside dark hole
See, I lived near the Sea, but could not behold its quiet beauty
At seventeen, one knight sought my hands, I smelled freedom that night
As my spirit soared; but he was dismissed... my heart felt sore with pain.
Dear to me was he. "You have eyes like a female deer." he said
But mine eyes now sparkle like a rock... black girls also rock!
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Contest Sponsor: John Hamilton
Contest Name: "Wordplay Extravaganza"
Date: 4/14/16
This was quite a challenge!
You could call it - My potpourri!
It will give other "Soupers", a little glimpse,
of what it is that makes me - me!
I spent 21 years in the Air Force.
One year in Vietnam.
Been to several Foreign Countries,
thanks to Uncle Sam!
I love classic country music,
like Jim Reeves and Johnny Cash.
I enjoy the older sitcoms,
like "Golden Girls" and "MASH"!
What's my favorite movie?
"Driving Miss Daisy", I must say!
My favorite singer is, Dean Martin,
even though he passed away.
Meatballs and Spaggetti,
that's my favorite dish.
I kinda favor, Italian food,
but I sure do not, like fish!
Baseball hats, on backwards,
and drivers on their "cell",
Tattoos, lip and nose rings,
bug me all-to-Hell!
I love golf and watching baseball.
I'm a die-hard Yankee fan.
I love to snack on Oreo cookies,
and "Cadbury chocolate, when I can!
I have an addiction to cruising.
December is when I go.
It's on "Royal Caribbean" or "Carnival" lines,
for the last 10 years in a row!
Ralph Taylor
05/23/12
I''m a Hush Marshmallow
Silky Sunshine Yellow,
above sea so shallow
far from Moony mellow,
Spelling spells of Hello
Rising above the Hill
Just behind the mill,
With much love to spill
Giving you a thrill,
from your window sill
You're my Cuddly bear
Full of tender care,
You're the One I miss
You're a life of bliss,
Passion flame of Hiss
You're my twinkling dream
in a glittered stream,
You're a wish wish star
shining from afar,
sparkling where you are
I'm a lusty flight
of Non stop delight,
Naughty grown up child
playing husky wild,
on a dusky night
I'm your cadbury
almond joy candy,
Red soft jelly bean
box of A.b.c,
Caramel nut me
You're my sandwich lunch
with that crispy crunch,
I'm your Cuchi munch
You're my fruity punch,
A Sweet Honey Bunch
I'm all you could think,
I'll be your everything,
Just to watch you smile
Just to hear you sing,
Rainbows I shall bring
You're my Sunshine man,
I'm your best pen fan,
I'm your Island girl,
with the lips to kiss
with a hug to share.
I went and bought me some rabbits,
And built a rabbit coop.
Like that Cadbury Bunny has,
‘Cept I got me a group!
And they all’s gonna lay some eggs,
With nice milk chocolate shells!
But they won’t be no coco brown,
‘Cause I prefer pastels!
So I’m gonna feed them Fruit Loops,
And that should do the trick!
They’ll be poppin' out rainbow eggs,
I’m thinkin', pretty quick!
Then I’ll get rich like Cadbury,
And buy me a new truck!
Maybe breed all of them rabbits
With cousin Millie’s duck!
People’d sit up and take notice
Of a bunny that quacks!
They’d storm the Piggly Wiggly for
My multi-colored snacks!
We’ll have us a rainbow Easter,
With chocolate eggs and beer!
Drunk rednecks on a sugar rush,
Can really spread some cheer!
Buy some rainbow chocolate duck eggs,
Then turn on your TV!
There’s a new realty show,
Called Rab-uck Dynasty!
I should have thought of it sooner!
My problems are all solved!
Ain't nothing a redneck can’t do,
When there’s a duck involved!
Be My Pizza
Be My Burger
I'll Be your Cold drink!
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Be My only!
Be my Lonely!
Be my only lonely girl!
.
Without you I'm like sugar-free tea
Come to me My Milk Cadbury
Add some color as of Red Cherry!
.
Be my Life
Be My Wife
Let's cut the cake with knife!
.
You're my very own!
But where've you gone?
Remembers you my every bone!
.
Feeling Shy?
You're mine and I'm thy!
Come here! or else i'll die ;)
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Caught In Charlotte's Web - Nursery Rhyme
Wilbur's piggy neighbor
had noted his favor
and anger had started to stir,
But Wilbur uses words
so I'll sing like the birds
but his hums sound more like a slur,
So sad was Cadbury
who was no canary
no singer talents that there were,
So mad he had noted
a tune had not floated
so crazed he became a monster.
This fairy-tale means, Do not teach a pig to sing,
because it cannot sing, and it annoys the pig.
2021 March 10
*1st Place*
Nursery Rhyme
~~Eve Roper Judged 2021 March 11
"This is not a Poem,
its a Heartiest Talk..
It touches Heart directly lyk,
Key opens the Lock.."
"Opening the Lock means,
sharing Friendship with Heart..
Feelings must be Pure,
that's ReLation's Best part.."
Some Personalities are Sweet,
just like a Cadbury Perk..
Some are quite Unique,
dedicated to their Hard Work.."
"Among those Unique names,
She is One of them..
Who is, for Her Family,
just lyk a Precious Gem.."
"She cleared ProbLems easily,
in a Sure Success Ride..
As she is Blessed with,
her FamiLy's Knowledge Guide.."
"Have aLL SmiLing Moments,
with My FaithfuL Greetings..
Your Life Be PLeasuring forever,
with God TruthfuL Treatings.."
Colorful rainbows fill up the sky
Sprinkles of sugar falling like rain
Marshmallows banners of “I love you”
from Cadbury chocolate planes
Mountain made of ice creams
Milk and honey rivers flows
And cotton candy tress
Sweet juicy starburst glows
Don’t call me crazy
Or a big little child
But any things possible
When sura smiles
Every time I see her beautiful face
My heart always skips a beat
Strawberry jelly and frosted flakes
Jelly beans falling at her feet
Jasmine princess
Pink bubble gum lips
Lollipop dresses
And caramel finger tips
Hugs and kisses
And Red apple face
Gummy bears shoes
With red twizzler lace
Ginger bread man
On cherry parachutes
Billions of babies
They are so cute
Cookies n cream neighborhood
Butterscotch stores with candy fill aisles
Delicious tasty and sugary good
Any things possible when sura smiles
Oceans of Tropical fruits
With Butterfingers ships
Sailors made of yellow sponge cake
With cargoes of chocolate chips
Red, blue, yellow, orange and green
Yummy, delicious, crunchy, chewy and sweet
Skittles Milky Way, and snickers bars
Candy canes along the street
Flying angels with jasmines flowers
Singing birds wherever she goes
Unicorns on green minty leaves
Dancing roses of red, white and yellow
Balloons and ribbons playing grounds
From Malaysia to the river Nile
The world living happy together
Every little is possible when sura smile
She, s just so amazing
And she doesn’t really knows
The magic she posses
From her head to her toes
But Just like the sun
Forever her beauty will glow
And wherever she puts her feet
her favorite Jasmines flowers will grow
And she read this poem
She will laugh for along while
But anything’s is possible
When sura smiles
Ya know….
I’m not here to play video games with my neighbor...to build another world on some
other plane of existence...I want to be engaged by more tangible realities that
fester inside the scope of society… not to fiddle in some artificial plot that seems
just like them…. And I’m not here to go to the casino with co-workers …I’m not
looking to screw with survival just to feel the depth of hope….just to get high off the
shock of joy…. hope is a positive outlet for patience…not in the dangerous
anticipation of hedonistic change…. Oh and the surprise of joy….warning…it will be
taken away from you if you use it like a drug …cause then it’s something you have
to abstain from in order to overcome addiction… I’m not here to gamble away what
I’m allowed to feel…And I’m not here to go drinking with acquaintances at the local
dive bar… I don’t need to change my emotional sensations any more in order to live
in easier acceptance of the now and what comes with it…
NO, I’m not here to bull crap about bathing suits at your pool parties, or to listen to
your window shopping adventures…I’m sure the type of blinds you get will look just
fine…and I’m tired of discussing what vacations you might go on… you do plenty of
nothing here, I can’t imagine… actually, I don’t want to imagine what types of
laziness you plan on indulging in… No, I’m not here to check out your gun rack… I’m
not waiting to talk about moist vagina… I don’t care what color your sunglasses are
or what type of car you have….
….No… NO, I’m not here just to fill the time with lifestyle pacifiers and lollipops just
to make the movement of the clock feel good…all your candy afternoons with your
sugar conversations have you constantly craving sweets …even after you gorge
yourself with Cadbury and Nestles…
… Yes….it’s another mars bars analogy just to drive home this point that I’ve had all
the butterfingers I can stand… Are Almond joys and reece’s all you want out of life?
…a snickers now leads to a milky way future…. and my spare time… my efforts …my
results need more sustenance than that…