When I wake or when I sleep,

I dream of hot, chocolate sweet:

In a pot of green and grey

The foam and froth of morning play.

I mix and match the sweet and bitter–

How I love to hear it simmer!

I scrape and stir the boiling trough

And into the cauldron pour:

A dash of cinnamon or mountain dew,

Maybe some peanut butter too!

It matters not what I might add,

The chocolate god will out the fad.

Add a curly vanilla bean,

Some pale, golden maple cream!

After that, on top of all,

I let a dab of honey fall,

And all together I turn the sea

Of foaming chocolate creamery

Until at last I have the perfect thing,

A blended dark and bubbling brew

Of Ambrosia mixed with nectar true.

I sit and sip and grin and roar

And sweetly do my spirits soar

As I proffer–hold soft laughter–

A goblet of my pater noster!

This entry was posted on Monday, January 21st, 2008 at 6:18 am and is filed under Verses. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.