Its in the little chocolate kisses Warm rich tea and pasta dishes. Found in cinnamon and dough These are some comfort foods we know. When the days are wild and crazy We yearn for just a moment lazy In the cupboard, this and that But we crave something made of fat. Something fried from a potato No broccoli or fresh tomato Something from the bakers shop Awash with icing swirled on top. We would be glad of course tis true If when were sad or down or blue A carrot or a celery stick Would comfort us and do the trick.
01/07/2005
LOL-Mary Ellen I enjoyed this-my mouth is filled with Kit-Kats-chocolate and crunchy. Comfort food indeed, and such great rhythm and rhyme.
Love it Mar....Charlie
Somehow I knew this poem would be about chocolate and donuts and such. Good work Mary Ellen. I enjoyed reading it. ;-)
