The Eighth Page

Ode To Chocolate

The snow is white, chocolate is brown,

And in that chocolate, my sorrows will drown.

When February 15th rolls around,

I’ll wake right up and trek downtown.

The discounted chocolates will sit on the shelf,

And I’ll buy a pound for only myself.

I’ll sit in my dorm and stuff my face

Until my woe has been fully erased.