Oh, how I love you:
I like to taste your sweetness
and feel you upon my lips,
I like to bite and chew you.
Sometimes, I choose your dark good looks,
Others, your milky whiteness,
You are my delicious treat –
My comfort, my reward.
I love you best
when I can’t have you,
when you are barred from me.
Sometimes, I break you into pieces
and share you with a friend.
Then, I clean my teeth.
I made a cake for you and me
to eat our fill just after tea,
mixed sugar, eggs and milk and flour
and baked it well for half an hour,
I tipped it out upon a tray
and let it cool for half a day,
beat sugar up with butter fat
and added loads of chocolate,
then piled it on and heaped it up
and stuck a candle on the top,
then called you in when it was done
to serenade you with a song,
and watched you blow the candle hard
and open up your birthday card,
and then we cut it into two
and ate our cake, just me and you!