HOT CHOCOLATE

The day was dark and dismal.
It tried hard to get inside me
and it almost did.

But then I remembered: Hot Chocolate!

Fortunately, its possibility was close by.
I had the ingenuity and ingredients
to create a mug of it.
Employing my great skills as a drink master
I soon grasped the warm vessel in my hands
and tipped it into my waiting lips.

And hen I smacked them
and repeated this performance
‘til I could see the bottom of the mug.

The day was dark and dismal.
It tried to get inside me.
But it didn’t.

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