A Weakness For Mini Rolos
Munch, munch
Chomp, chomp
A weakness for mini rolos
Over the head, it's a real whomp.
Oh, that savory chocolate
So dark and sweet,
Caramel in the middle
My tongue it does greet.
Put the package back in the fridge
To keep them safe and cold,
Go back for more
Feels like a handful of gold.
Back and forth to the fridge
The craving for chocolate never ends,
A moment on the lips
Goes straight to my rearend.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.21/2005
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