Only the crumbliest, flakiest

Finger of Fudge

Tastes like chocolate,

As soft as your face.

A totally tropical taste!

Very small and neat,

But not a ha’penny worth

Of difference.

Full of Cadbury’s goodness,

Never tasted before,

Kills all known germs. Dead

Fresh with the tang of citrus,

Like sixpence worth of heaven,

So give your kids a treat!

Tasty, tasty, very, very tasty…

 

Confronted by bitter reality,

I retreat into an underground shelter,

Stumbling on the debris from past

Commercial advertising campaigns,

Incessant linguistic bombardments,

Still littering my brain.

Insidious, clearly, yet more benign

Than geo-political paradigms.

 

What else can I say?

A poem a day

Helps me think, write and pray.