Thou still unravish’d orb of ambrosia!
Thou creation of England and Easter
Heavenly confection, who canst thus express
An epicurean’s tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What foil-wrapped goodness haunts about thy shape?
For seeming only of milky chocolate, and yet
Within lies such velvety nectar never matched.
Unheard melodies may be sweetest, and yet
Not so the edible ellipsoid not gorged upon
But once daily during the appointed season!
And though thou creator dost reduce thy girth
Hence by four grams, as many years ago,
We do still remain faithfully pledged to thee only
For all eternity, for whom shall ever appear
So fair to our beholden eyes, themselves formed after you?
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of another vernal equinox
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
“Beauty is chocolate, chocolate beauty,” that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Copyright 2010 © InfiniteQueso
Thou creation of England and Easter
Heavenly confection, who canst thus express
An epicurean’s tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What foil-wrapped goodness haunts about thy shape?
For seeming only of milky chocolate, and yet
Within lies such velvety nectar never matched.
Unheard melodies may be sweetest, and yet
Not so the edible ellipsoid not gorged upon
But once daily during the appointed season!
And though thou creator dost reduce thy girth
Hence by four grams, as many years ago,
We do still remain faithfully pledged to thee only
For all eternity, for whom shall ever appear
So fair to our beholden eyes, themselves formed after you?
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of another vernal equinox
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,
“Beauty is chocolate, chocolate beauty,” that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Copyright 2010 © InfiniteQueso
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