With Christmas comes chocolate. Boxed chocolates, wrapped chocolates, half-eaten chocolates discarded because the ‘chewer’ doesn’t like the flavor… You get the point.
Here’s a fun poem if you need a laugh after facing the Boxing Day crowds.
LET THE BITTER BEWARE
In the center of each
pale
milk
chocolate lump
there is a hard nut
waiting to bump your
front tooth into the dentist’s chair.
In the center of each
dark
deep
chocolate hunk
there is a car a mel
chunk just waiting to
glue
your teeth to geth er
for ev er.
Take
care.
© 1989 Arnold Adoff
I like the way the words are spaced out, giving a fun tone to the poem and seeming purposely careless. Take the word ‘forever.’ Spacing it out as ‘for ev er’ lengthens the word that by definition has an infinite lifetime.
What is your favorite part or line in the poem?
