We've had Chick Lit, embodying the pleasures of her'n'him, we've had various hymns to drink and even cheese, but we haven't had anything promoting chocolate, despite the recent taste for anacreontics (one of which this is). So here, very much tongue in - um - cheek, and dedicated to various Mr Fry-s, is: Choc Lit.
Pleasure from the palate fled
leaches taste from wine and bread,
meat and vegetables too;
neither roast nor Irish stew
change my apathetic state:
all I want is choc-o-late.
When my life seems tired and dry,
artists fail to please my eye.
Colours fine do not amuse,
paintings, prints nor landscape views;
rather, I anticipate
slinky, milk-white choc-o-late.
Swiss or Belgian or home grown
sucked and swallowed all alone,
sybaritic solitude,
secret feasts to lift the mood,
luxury from dawn till late:
silky dairy choc-o-late.
Drink till I have had my fill?
champagne bloats and makes me ill.
Spirits I will take with care.
Malt and age will sweetly pair
Scottish water’s strangest mate,
peat-brown bitter choc-o-late.
When I need my lust to sate,
sod men, where’s the choc-o-late?
Lick up cocoa from a plate!
slinky, milk-white choc-o-late,
silky dairy choc-o-late,
peat-brown bitter choc-o-late.
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Written by Josie (2780 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
| Ha ha - Hooray! Yes, we needed a poem like this Sue. I don't eat chocolate for ages, and then suddenly I see it and I can't resist it. I don't feel guilty at all for I was rationed as a child because of the war years. So why not indulge a bit now. Go ahead, enjoy them, and don't worry about tomorrow. |
Heroic verse
Written by Brett (759 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
to chocoalte - fantastic. This almost reads like the, albeit lucid, ramblings of an addict. I think you should do an anthology (or possibly selection box) of verse on this, obviously, heartfelt subject: Sonnet to a Flake, Ballad of a Bournville, Ode to a Caramac, and so on.
A box of Roses by any othet name...
Cheers |
Sorry
Written by Brett (759 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
| just seen my typos of chocolate and other - who's the addict now? Stone me. |
Choc-erotic
Written by coosh (851 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
| Loved the slinky, silky, self-pleasuring, Nigella-based rhythm... Have you been watching late night Channel 5? I could almost see and hear this as a commercial... for S&M with a walnut whip. |
Channel 5?
Written by fellpony (1603 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
| wot's that then? it doesn't bend round the hills to get to us here, I'm afraid. But I could hear Nigella drowsing her way through this, certainly! |
naughty but niiiiiiiiiiiiiice!!
Written by Bagheera (680 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
Choccie must be comfort food
Best enjoyed in solitude
All alone
Must my muse be mollified
Courted, cajoled, calorified??
Blues, begone!
Chocolate Rules!!   |
Hi Sue
Written by jean.day (2266 comments posted) 12th April 2008 |
My mouth was watering after reading this. There certainly is something in chocolate that nothing else can quite compete with.
I'm supposed to be on a diet - so there is no way I can have even a piece of it - or I eat the whole packet. |
Written by Phil (6683 comments posted) 13th April 2008 |
God fun this, Sue. I really liked the rhyming of chocolate with all those hard A sounds like mAte. It was odd but worked really well.
Enjoyed.
Phil |
Written by Veronica_Milvus (603 comments posted) 13th April 2008 |
| You are so right about the blissful combination of malt whisky and dark chocolate truffles, dusted with cocoa.... |
Ahhh yes!
Written by fellpony (1603 comments posted) 13th April 2008 |
A cure for all ills (and the common cold)  You and I must be related, Veronica!
Phil - although the title is Choc Lit, for the purposes of reading the poem, chocolate has to have a definite 3 syllables - choc-o-late. (I writ it and I should no  ) |
Written by mia_ms_kim (997 comments posted) 13th April 2008 |
I'm not a chocolate lover. In fact I've never understood the worship of chocolate - I fight my hubby every time we go grocery shopping. He is trying to put chocolates into the trolley, I try to take them out. Our child will eat nothing else if chocolate is around.
However your poem almost deceives me into thinking I LOVE chocolate! And it almost convinces me that it will cure all manner of human ills and diseases!
Mia |
Easter destroys me
Written by patterjack (1179 comments posted) 13th April 2008 |
The chocolate season ! But then so does calorific Christmas.
If it comes to that -- so does the rest of the year as well-- e.g. with all those fund raising drives that sell chocolate.
Chocolate and coffee for me -- though I was once persuaded to try it with beer .
Gastronomics aside , I enjoyed your -- as usual-- skilful work
patterjack
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Choc Lit
Written by Katanga (1182 comments posted) 14th April 2008 |
Hi Fellpony (Sue?) !
A veritably visceral sweet feast of a poem - sod men, where's the chocolate? Brilliant.
By the way, off topic, I'm a friend of the chap who wrote the China short story about the Melon Man - great ,eh? Let's encourage him! I've just started on this site with poems under the name of Katanga . . .
Looking forward to more from your good self! X |
HEY!!!! LOVE IT
Written by Daphnerules (28 comments posted) 12th May 2008 |
This piece of work is really lovely but I have to point out no capital letters at the begginings of a new line but otherwise great poem ( I love chocolate to!!) great
Daphne x x x |
Written by fellpony (1603 comments posted) 12th May 2008 |
| Caps at the start of every line of a poem are a bit old-fashioned these days. 20th C poets are about equally divided between those who do, and those who don't use Initial Caps - and also indenting lines. Some even change their layout style between poems. I've stopped using Init Caps in order to have the reader's eye flow onward where I have used enjambement (look it up - your new poetry word for the day!). I just use an Init Cap now when I start a new sentence. Thanks for your comment though |
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