Best Choc Poems


Premium Member Ode To Chocolate-Collaboration

To chocolate I pay my respects
Some folks say its better than sex
whether milk dark or white
Ev’ry bar I must bite
or I'll get a lack of choccy complex

I NEED chocolate it’s an unwritten rule
I'm a woman not a blithering fool
Give me a constant supply
On days that end with a Y
when choc’s smeared round my mouth it looks cool

BY JAN ALLISON

Most women love something that’s sweet
And chocolate it cannot be beat
Deny them and they’ll pout
Choc is all they think about
Many men think it's all that they'll eat.

BY DALE GREGORY COZART

She lustingly said to bring some to her room
off went my trousers in a vertical zoom
I gazed in her eyes
but to my surprise
I gave her the chocolate she gave me a broom

BY TIM SMITH

Give me the chocolate and forget the sex
But please don't send it through Fed Ex
It'll melt in the summer
And that's a real bummer
Now that's a problem to vex and perplex

BY LIN LANE

Chocolates make me feel great
I forget the part about weight
If I was a tad thinner
Would think chocolate ideal for dinner
Will settle for sex after eight

BY SEREN ROBERTS

Chocolate is all that she wishes
She loves anything that Swiss is
I brought her a box
She quick changed the locks
Guess I’ll just go sleep with the Mrs.

BY DEAN WOOD

One woman with sweet loving lips
ate nothing but dark chocolate chips.
Her husband's retort?
"To enter her port
is like docking between two battleships!"

BY LIM'RICK FLATS

Premium Member Laughter Is the Best Medicine

OLD MA.

Old Ma always gave the kids a nice treat
Always nuts and never anything sweet
But they soon found out why
Nuts were in great supply
Choc nut bars she'd only suck cos no teeth...

NO HIDING PLACE.

An old gangster robbed a bank and he ran
Flew out from Canada then onto Japan
The Mounties tracked him down
In old Tokyo Town
He was caught cos they always get their man...


A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION

Went to a posh restaurant called Vicars
A girl walked out the loo, there were titters
Her face turned a bright red
At what's every girls dread
She'd gone and tucked her dress down her knickers...


DOMINATRIX.

A dominatrix from the state of Maine
Enjoyed hanky panky out in the rain
She'd use a leather fetter
T'would shrink as it got wetter
And her clients would pass out with the pain..


A FRIEND IN NEED.

The outback two mates went to catch a 'roo
One got cut short and said "I need the loo"
A spider crawled up his knee
As he was starting to pee
And bit him hard on his digeridoo...

His mate phoned the flying doctor who said
"Suck out the Poison if it has turned red"
He thought to himself no way
His mate said "well what's he say?"
He said "in 'bout half an hour you'll be dead" ...

LOST THEIR WAY. For Gershon Wolf

Geese flew south they were honking and hinking
Snow storm came they were blinded and blinking
They had no way of knowing
Where the hell they were going
To see them sway you'd think they'd been drinking...






Written 21st October 2020.

David Flavoured

Enticed by his faceted aspects
                Political points show his honour
                    Policies opposed, David contests 
            Left wing woke folk admonished

              Rawness of broad topics examined
                      Cowboy stories of recent history 
                             Scenarios derived from within
              Issues which play contemporary 

             David flavoured, his firm essence
                      Infuses my little with his lot
                          I honestly struggle to explain this
             ... never missed what I don't got

             .. A man who won't take crap
                       Shallow hits roll off his jaw
                             My bull wouldn't just lapse - 
              He'd bleed it dry, peace restored

              Faceless man tells me myriads
                      Written by unwavered conviction 
                           Marathon stamina poem olympian
              I, willing victim to his inflictions

              Dreaming of David, strange concept 
                       - exclusive, by myself for eight years
                           It's a choice to remain alone, heart kept 
              Relic packed away, oddly he endears

              Hard nosed refusal to enter this century 
                       Old school stance pings my deepest vibe
                       Unreasonable, how much it means to me
              To absorb the jib of David 's scribe

               Around three years his senior
                        In virus time, located overseas
                        I fixate on his strong demeanour 
               In lurid choc chip fantasies






12th September 2020


Premium Member Choco-Mama Mania

Ooey, gooey, give me choc-o-lot!
If I must, I'll take it liquid hot,
But "wicked" like they fix it in Madrid,
Thick as porridge, satin sunburnt sweet.
(Not like here: sugar,milk and cocoa, mix and heat). 
Give me some hot chocolate I can eat!

Drip-drop-dripping from a spoon!
Give it -  give it to me in a box.
Tantalize my lips with luscious bits,
Rum and amaretto morsels dipped.
Give me it in chips or chunks or blocks.
And please not those from K-mart or the grocer.
We connoisseurs much prefer it kosher!

Give it to me Swiss or straight from France.
Hurry while I loosen up my pants!
I'll make do with anything you have.
Drizzled over ice-cream nice and smoothy.
chocolate is the universal salve.
chilled or warm, but slathered on it soothes me.

Make my ice-cream chocolate flavored too-
peanut butter swirls with fudge will do.
Be my ever sweet-tooth choco-fairy.
Finger-feed me bonbons. I'm your baby.
Feed me plump and succulent black berry.
Give me, give me, give me what I crave,
and I shall be your love-starved-choco-slave.

10/5/13
When I wrote this, it just flowed to me, like chocolate water; usually I have to sit and think a bit and poetry often does not flow from me in this way!

Steam Train To the Sea

We are all gathered on the platform
Jumping up and down with glee
We can see the smoke of the puffing train
Coming nearer to take us to the sea

We are off on a Whitsun treat
Forty children or more
Many adults to look after us
Experience told them what was the score

They heaved on wicker baskets of goodies
And crates of lemonade
We were off to Barry Island for a Picnic
Just a half hours ride away

The seats were rather hard and had
mesh racks above to store luggage for folk
Opened up the windows with a leather strap
Stuck out heads to a face full of smuts and smoke

The choc choo sound  was so exhilarating
Excitement grew with every mile
Wanted to be that train driver with his whistle
To pull that chain that made the sound, bringing smiles.

Had a wonderful time on the sands
Paddled our feet in the sea
Gathered around to eat our food
Washed down for the adults with gallons of  tea

Forty tired and happy children
Clambered aboad that train for home
The clicketty clack of the wheels
the sway of the carriage, sending them to sleep and dream

We were soon at our home station
So sleepy yet didn't want the day to end
Tired and dirty, had a lovely day in the sun
Starting the day aboard a steam train that puffed around the bend.


Penned January 20 2015

Premium Member Diet Footles

Sweet tooth
In youth

On scales
She WAILS!

Hot date
Lose weight

Diet?
Try it

Big eyes
Large thighs

Fat tum
Huge bum

Gobbles…
Wobbles

In mood
For food

Crunchies
Munchies

Wants choc -
Whole block!

Adore
Fridge door

Keeps shut
With butt

Risk it ...
Biscuit

Crispbread?
Drop dead!

Think thin
As pin

Eats less ...
New dress

Now slim
And trim

Look great
For date


04~05~15
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Premium Member Ode To Chocolate Collaboration With Dale Gregory Cozart

To chocolate I pay my respects
Some folks say its better than sex
whether milk dark or white
Ev’ry bar I must bite
or I'll get a lack of choccy complex


I NEED chocolate it’s an unwritten rule
I'm a woman not a blithering fool
Give me a constant supply
On days that end with a Y
when choc’s smeared round my mouth it looks cool


Most women love something that’s sweet
And chocolate it cannot be beat
Deny them and they’ll pout
Choc is all they think about
Many men think it's all that they'll eat.

Collaboration with Dale Gregory Cozart

*** Dale posted the poem yesterday and it turned into a collaboration - please feel free to add your poem to his page ***

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/ode_to_chocolate_collaboration_923276

07-26-17

Choc a Little Or Chocalate With Kittens

Choc A Little Or Chocolate With Kittens

Warm sweet chocolate, creamy smooth
Cools off in aluminum baking trays
Laid out on the kitchen table on display
Gentle little paws dip cautiously at first
Test the gooey surface
Kittens waste no time, become immersed in brown sauce
Soft fury white things, warm pink bellies, pounce
Jump at the chance for mischief in the deep sweet 
Roll around in chocolate
How neat!
Kittens lick their paws; make cute mew sounds with tiny lips
Unable to make mature meow inflections yet
Mother cat watches, stretches in a yawn, meows back
Helps them to master their language skills with another “meow”
As they mew some more, prance about, turning another color

Premium Member Monoku Monday - Feb 2021

"Book Worms"   Posted 1 Feb 2021

i'm reading a book about anti-gravity      I can't put it down

that bio of Led Zeppelin's guitarist      is a real Page turner

don't miss this: "Dummies For Dummies"    by Charlie McCarthy and Lamb Chop

i'll admit there is a time and place for books      in my hand and right now

in one college course we read books about candy      the class was Choc Lit

today I got hit on the head by a book      I have my shelf to blame

[humor attribution: all humor found online of unknown origin]


"But Weight, There's More"   Posted 8 Feb 2021

for some of us during COVID      overeating is a weigh of life

when i feel plump i tell myself      i'm not overweight, i'm undertall

those who sell books on dieting      are living off the fat of the land

darwin's theory of sumo wrestling      the survival of the fattest

during lockdown, i'm on the seafood diet      i see food, i eat it

i saw my doctor and asked him what kind of shape i'm in      he said "pear"

[humor attribution - all were found online, of unknown origin]


"Groucho Marx Edition"   Posted 15 Feb 2021

if i said you had a gorgeous body      would you hold it against me?

i would never belong to a club     that would have me as a member

be open minded      but not so open minded that your brains fall out

i never forget a face      but in your case, i'll make an exception

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening      but this wasn't it

those are my principles and if you don't like them, well,       I have others

All humor attributed to the inimitable Groucho Marx


"Occupational Hazards"   Posted 22 Feb 2021

my dentist's motto      be true to your teeth or they will be false to you

bakers trade recipes with each other      on a knead to know basis

I called a budget exterminator     he came with a flyswatter

the butcher backed into the meat grinder      and got behind in his work

a back- and neck-straightener in Egypt is called      a Cairo practer

don't call me a plumber      I am a "broker in new and used water"

[Humor attribution - all humor found online, attribution unknown]
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Not Necessarily Green

Sausage and custard and ice cream with mustard
Chocolate coated Kentucky Fried Bustard
Whipped cream with mushrooms or frogspawn on toast
These are the foods that an ogre likes most

Volcanic craters and baths full of gators
A pantry thats choc full of gagged and bound waiters
sleeping on bones in a pterosaurs nest
These are the places an ogre likes best

Eyeballs and elbows, the odd severed nose
Ankles and legs and a number of toes
Earlobes and kidneys and hearts to dissect
Things that an ogre just loves to collect

Teeth that are bleeding and eyes that are red
Skin like the skin of somebody that’s dead
One missing ear and a hole in the throat
And chomping raw meat from the leg of a goat

So now that you have him laid clear in your head
The image you see is of someone to dread
For sometimes the truth is a pain in the neck
And ogres in real life are nothing like Shrek

Premium Member Addicted To Footles

Black beard
Was feared. 

Kim Jong
Heads wrong. 

Home grown
Trump clone. 

Fat boy
Food joy. 

Sun baked
Nose caked. 

Fresh bread
Well fed. 

Aged scotch
Top notch.

Amtrak
Rail track.

Choc ice 
Tastes nice. 

War room
More gloom. 

Stay cool
In pool. 

Jail spell
Sheer hell. 

Dark nights
Street lights.

Fab four 
No more. 

Flatline
Bad sign. 


Written 16th September 2020.

The Breakup Slam

It's Not You

It's Me

Actually in Truth
That's a Small White Lie 

I have been cheating on you
For a While now 
Having Passionate Sex
With another Guy

And i have been thinking it over
for a while now

And i Think

Yes

We Should

Break - Up


BAM

SLAM

There it Is 

Signed , Sealed , Delivered

Love's Equivalent of an

Imploding

Suicide Vest

Destination
1
Single Victim 

SLAM

You have been Served

Once upon a time Smitten 
Planning a Wedding Fitting

To being , Reduced to 
Tears before Bed
And obsessing over what you actually
Did Wrong
Or
Could have done or said 
Instead
To make her stay 
Or
Love you Back

And when good intentioned
Friends and Random People
Quote the Recently Dumped
Break-Up Bible

Stating there are
Plenty More Fish in the Sea
Remember this 

Slam

It's also 2 choc full of

Sharks
&
Predators 

Like the 1 that just
Dumped You

Rather look at this from a different Perspective
Using another age old fishing analogy

Given enough Time 
You will never ever Say

She was a Keeper

Or

Be Refered to as 

The 1 that 
Got Away

More like the
Wrong Shoes 
Or
Wrong tool for the Job

Thank God

Premium Member Novitiate

"Novitiate"

Wading through
turgid mainstream
Novitiate makes her 
way to the bottom rungs
of the Clean Team

Where dreams are 
captured a.m. p.m. .
on the run with 
weeping neutered minds
zero sublime 
same old, same old

Asks herself,
“Where’s the substance?
Am I gormless too?”
rewards are Molasses, 
Sugar Plums and
Glory, if that's you

It’s like dipping your spoon
in Alphabet Soup
re-arranging letters.
Shirley Temples with 
no flaming
Bombe Alaska clue
pour the brandy,
light the flame.

Ignite something, 
heart, mind or soul
covert intelligence
wonderful electric
minds pollinating 
intellectual beehives,
"where's all the dripping
honey?" 
Novitiate dreams

Go punch a hole in the sky
block all emotional rissoles
it’s not a question of 
do or die
the Game is called 
take-the-ride, at all times
avoid blood-sucking Vampires

Strict insects in an
ultra strict machine
watching their wings 
flutter pretty, all beat 
in time bang against
a silent wall
koutou three times

It aint about numbers baby
nor who’s who in the Zoo
it’s about writing your story
lock, stock and smoking barrel
keeping it true

Cover all mirrors
old is dead
born is new
Mornings rise with Sun
Fold your cards, 
Hearts are trumps
Win-Win
what's done is done
time to de-robe and run, run, run

You're a novitiate skating
daily in your black 
Nun's habit, it's way way
tragique, it's all a bit,
"La députée a raconté 
une histoire très tragique",
find a new Boo. 

Passports, 
TRANSIT LOUNGE
Airport 
Escape the Zoo.
Time to Do-the-Do

Novitiate throw
off your Black habit
Perfume
Rouge lipstick
New shoes 
Yeah, put on your 
Kavorka
New You

Double Deluxe Choc Chip 
take the double cream
and cherry too.
Escaping the Zoo
True Romance. 
OUR STORY
Me and You

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)


"Temple of Love"/Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/p64wbdRBzjk

Premium Member Poor Easter Bunny

I once met a sad Easter bunny
He cried as his choc eggs were runny
I said hop on your feet
And get out of this heat
Try Iceland, I hear it’s not sunny!



04~10~17

Premium Member Doctor Seuss Visits

Well Hello Doctor Seuss,
May I offer you a Juice?
It’s has been a while,
Since you visited in style,
And I’ve words to say,
That I’ve kept for this day,
So let me begin,
I almost feel like kin!

You have come from Feven,
But in actual fact Heaven,
And you look so pell
Debonair and swell,
You have brought a pangel,
Who looks like angel,
But somehow I feel,
That you would like trivacy,
And a little privacy,
So step into my nar,
My very own new car,
Don’t feel bewyraid,
Or in any way afraid,
For I travel very vlow,
Speedometer fixed for slow,
So let’s go have a plake,
Do you want a choc shake?
I have been a zan
And devoted fan,
For many, many xeers
Well over forty years
Here we are my prend,
And unforgettable friend,
Oh you’ve spilt it on your lap,
Let me order you another,
Oh dear oh crear,
There’s a buzzing bee near,
And to be honest,
I do not like that fear,
So let us return kome,
And I’ll make you one at home!
Oh gosh, there’s your pangel,
Your good and proper angel,
I will have to say quesigh
And a very quick goodbye,
And wait your next plisit
Each one an exciting visit.

And then Doctor Seuss was gone,
Visits every year, thank him a ton,
What a special awesome author,
To visit me was such an honor,
He helps me make up funny rhymes,
Just to remember the old times,
And will see him in year again,
What a wondrous unique brain!

Potty Contest “Completely Your Choice”
Sponsor: Brian Strand
2020/10/05

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