[Martin Elster]

Thanks, Jayne. What you said makes sense.

Charlotte - Sorry, you were right after all! It is, indeed, 14. In my count, I neglected to include the second one in Post #105, which I now think contains enough variation for me to regard it as a separate poem.

[Roger Slater]

Fancy candies? I prefer the plains.
Just give me simple chocolate any day
And take those gaudy fruity bits away.
Who needs butterscotch? I hear it stains.
And truffles cause me weird digestive pains.
From June's beginning to the end of May
(All year, that's right) I call it child's play
To sit inside at home (outside it rains)
And gobble simple chocolate-coated leaves
And chocolate goodies shaped like sugared suns,
To unwrap chocolate bits from chocolate sheaves
Until there's chocolate scent on every breath
And I'm a mere machine that purrs and runs
On chocolate till I'm chocolated to death.

[Martin Elster]

Roger - Your chocolate poem is a glorious dramatic crescendo from beginning to end.

[Charlotte Innes]

I agree. Roger, your poem is hysterical!

Glad my math is accurate, Martin.

Roger, you've written eight!

Charlotte

[Brian Allgar]

Good heavens, Martin! 14? Haven't you got anything better to do with your time? No? Come to think of it, neither have I.

[Charlotte Innes]

Originally Posted by Brian Allgar

Good heavens, Martin! 14? Haven't you got anything better to do with your time? No? Come to think of it, neither have I.

But, Brian, you've only written four! (I think.)

Someone, stop me from compulsive counting. Tell me to go away and write a bout-rimé or something...

Reading here is fun, though!

Charlotte

[Brian Allgar]

Originally Posted by Charlotte Innes

But, Brian, you've only written four! (I think.)

Someone, stop me from compulsive counting. Tell me to go away and write a bout-rimé or something...

Reading here is fun, though!

Charlotte

Charlotte, I haven't the time to write any more, I'm too busy reading Martin's!