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Hot Chocolate
larrylark

Hot chocolate
 1
slides sensually
 2
 
 
down throat.
 3
Coating tonsils
 4
 
 
soon to be removed,
 5
velvety smooth
 6
 
 
at soothing story time.
 7
Milo, Horlicks
 8
 
 
are just not
 9
a substitute,
 10
 
 
their thinly flavoured
 11
taste wasted, poured
 12
 
 
away. "There
 13
goes Goldilocks!"
 14
 
 
whispered mummy,
 15
"Those honey bears
 16
 
 
have been mugged.
 17
She's glugged down
 18
 
 
all the drinking
 19
chocolate, eaten
 20
 
 
the bic bics and
 21
thirteen eclairs.
 22
 
 
Couldn't get enough
 23
of the goody stuff.
 24
 
 
"WHO'S BEEN
 25
DRINKING MY
 26
 
 
CHOCOLATE?"
 27
bellowed daddy bear
 28
 
 
"It was her
 29
over there
 30
 
 
dancing into
 31
the woods."
 32

8 Oct 05

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-surprised me-Mum really got away with that one : )  


bic? no understand
 — crepaway

not sure of the hidden philosophy and emotions here, but I like poetry that starts out in one solar system and ends up in another.

What about the tonsils here?  You're about to be unable to speak...
 — cynthmala

Dear Crepaway

Bic bic is a term of descriptive endearment used by mothers among the starving working classes of northern England during the industrial revolution to describe a biscuit,usually procured cheap because they were broken,and given sparingly to young children ,some as young as three who worked 20 hour shifts 7 days a week in cotton mills, to keep their strength up. My favourite was short bread and it probably accounts for the fact that i am only 4foot 3 high and suffer from ricketts.

Larry cloth cap,cloth 'ead Lark
 — larrylark

I don't believe in England
 — crepaway

Dear Crepaway

Neither do i,it's only a place to live and if you get involved in all the shit in this fictitious country it messes with your head. After all what are countries but to be controlled and exploited with the people subjugated to the power of oppressors who control or attempt to control by subverting spiritual well being.

Larry not my country right or wrong Lark
 — unknown

Cool poem!
 — unknown

i like the end. i am not drawing any chocolaty conclusions.  but i do hope this a scene from your homelife.

fond thoughts to you larry.
 — kaleidazcope

Dera Unknown

You are one hell of a cool dude and i'm glad to know you in this crazy internet googling way.
 — larrylark

I think this is great,. last stanza, esp
 — unknown

i'm on a chocolate kick right now!
chuc thankin' larry kles
 — chuckles

starts of promising, but thewn descends into something non-sensical and weak.
 — unknown

your like, getting absorbed into the story, and you match that sensation with the taste of hot chocolate. Gooooooooood job
 — swastikuitar

I think its great to but what do i know
 — larrylark

Keep chompin'on the chocs Chuck.
 — larrylark

I'm weak I'm weak..eight days a week
 — larrylark

Hi Swatikher


Smooth sensuality is my middle name
 — larrylark

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