The Joy of Bittersweet, or, I Never Promised You a Hershey Bar

by Heather Dubrow

MILK CHOCOLATE COOS you and cuddles you,
Fine when you're five,
Or sick with the  flu.
But, frankly, isn't it
Trying too hard?
Milk chocolate, one suspects,
Had one hell of a stage mother.
No, I'll take chocolate whose color
Is determined as trumpets.
Chocolate that never
Takes maybe for an answer.
This chocolate and sugar
Had a one-night stand.
This chocolate has perfect pitch
When it bothers to sing.
This chocolate is a jazz aficionado.
This chocolate is a night owl.
This chocolate is tax deductible
If someone publishes this poem

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