Don’t tell my butler, but I like to nibble on dark chocolate…

Don’t tell my butler, but I like to nibble on dark chocolate…
I know its not good for me, but it tastes so good…
They keep it in a bowl on the table…
Underestimating my 3-foot vertical leap.

I regard dark chocolate as magic…
A beautiful thing that humans have brought into this world…
Much better than a stick of cinnamon gum…
Because my chomping can get quite annoying.

As I nibble all things in the universe are brought into harmony…
Each Ghirardelli bite having an explosion of goodness…
I can go on and on until it happens, and it happens everytime…
Chocolate barf on my butler’s rug.

I tell myself, “Hide Annie, hide!”
You’re going to get scolded and taken to the vet…
Is it worth the humiliation?
You bet it is.

Those instances are rare now…
My leap getting shorter…
Those beautiful moments left in my rear-view mirror…
Replaced only with kibble (not quite the same.)

I love you,

Annie