Chocolate obloquy

O! vile mallomars I abhor
your address on my waist;
I've none but my own self to blame --
I can't resist your taste!

Your chocolate coating acts a shield
to puffy goodness underneath.
A drop of jam rests at your core,
that I can squish right through my teeth.

Your graham crust's a pedestal,
a dais 'pon which you rest,
surpassing cookies, bars and treats;
I hate how easy you digest!

To paraphrase potato chips:
I cannae have just one;
the vanguard of a fresh assault,
you encroach upon my bum.

The cookie jar at work's replete
with thine alluring ilk;
methinks I must away ere long,
to wash you down with milk.

Comments

[rick]

Oh, Simon. You do the Bard proud.

I am nae poet, in a sense,
But just a rhymer,like, by chance,
An' hae to learning nae pretence,
Yet, what the matter?
Whene'er my Muse does on me glance,
I jingle at her.

[rick]

And now we can't stop thinking abpout mallomors.

[rick]

about mallomars. my hands are shaky thinking about mallomars.

[Simon]

They are indeed, Rick, far too goodly for their own good. (The jar is empty at work now and I find myself a prime suspect.)

[Tasha]

I think I might be the only one in the world who thinks that those are revolting. The marshmellow makes me gag. WHich means more for you!

Now, bring me some of those "Li'l Boy" chocolate cookies, and watch them disappear!

[TerriTorial]

You are not alone Tasha. I detest them. Maybe without the jam. Something about that jam in the middle just make me cringe.