Last night I died in Casablanca
And found my heart in Malawi
I watched the stars in Madagascar
And sailed across the Galilee.
I walked the fields in Mozambique
And climbed the hills of Tennessee
I caught the sun in Buenos Aires
And chased the moon in Sicily.
I met the Rose of Spanish Harlem
We danced all night in Tripoli
She followed me across the ocean
And we made love from dawn till three.
I was reborn in Abu Dhabi
I found my soul in Waikiki
Tonight I'll sleep in Costa Rica
And live a life that's winterfree.
--©5/19/03(OldSoul)--
It was a dark and lonely tale
of misdirected woo
when they discovered quid pro quo
are difficult words to chew.
And when all is said and done
at the end of this sordid story,
it was apparent that all involved
were bound for purgatory.
To accelerate the inevitable,
they were executed two by two
and thus we end this lonely tale
of misdirected woo.
--©6/18/03--
some people swear white chocolate is the best,
more pure and better, they say;
but with so many delicious varieties, how can one truly tell?
There's the Swiss chocolate, I guess it's grown in the Alps
or the German chocolate from right across the border.
What about the British chocolate
or the rare chocolate from China;
how different are they from Hershey's
or chocolate from the Motherland?
Is there chocolate in Spain, fancy or plain;
from the Congo or Nome, how about Bahia or Rome?
And we can't forget chocolate covered cherries
which must grow on vines in heaven,
on the corner of Dark Street and Rich Avenue
right next to Chocolate Mousse Gardens.
This is just a chocolate planet, from north to south,
east and all through the west;
I think I'll tour the Earth's chocolate islands
and find out myself which is best;
I'll keep a little for my personal use
and sell you chocolate junkies the rest.
--©12/29/02--