chocolate is the secret to a woman's heart.
layers of fudge essence piled high, bite size
tidbits chewy crunchy black forest cake
overflowing with cherries, rocky road ice cream
is certainly a dream.
her palate salivates with the entrance
of unbounded sweetness, sugar estrogen power
keeps my diva on her feet for so many hours.
raspberry truffles come right and left,
a snicker's here, a mars bar there
-every girl will get her share-
because the whole world is ruled by willy wonka
we are all just his humble minions
-milky way is the best in my opinion-
and both sexes bathe in lukewarm cocoa tubs,
where tepid draughts of caramel delight
flow like torrential cascades
-chocolate is a great legal high, in spades.
perhaps helen, residing in the troy of yore,
was able to lure every bipedal, x-wily
chromosome, beer guzzling, lusty
male member into her camp
not only because she was the beauty of her age
but also due to the fact
that she consumed so much chocolate
she had enough estrogen to share with every chap
from bolivia to zimbabwe.
a seven year war over a young woman who eats
so many candy bars, she drives all the men batty?
not that i'm trying to rewrite history, laddy.
i could be quite wrong, my theory incorrect-
perhaps chocolate is not such a powerful
stimulant, source of arousal, energy provider,
and cause for al-around well-being
in the female set.
but I'll be damned if i stop buying my wife
this wonderful sin
every chance that I get.
