A River Of Hot Chocolate And A Lake Of Hot Soup
Poem By S.E. Hawks
After all of my hardships of trudging and plodding
After all of my doubts
And After all of my seemingly endless struggles, I came across a stream of magical hot chocolate.
What a pretty river of liquid gold
What a heart-filled delight
And What a tasty, brown miracle that surged through my fatigued, lifeless self.
Oh how I ran to follow that decadent stream
Oh how I paraded along
And Oh how I stared in awe at a massive lake of soup for my frosty soul.
Through the broth of the seething hot soup
Through the chunks of fowl
And Through the driftwood noodles, I gorged myself until I blew it back out again.
It was fun to tour this delicious food-filled land
It was almost too good to be true
And it was a major disappointment to awake form my preasent dream cold and alone in the snow.