There once was a girl who did not
Think that to be high on life one needs pot
Therefore while she is known
To get the munchies when alone
Bongs, spliffs, and smokes she ain’t got.
But what, you may shout, does this mean
In a travel blog, why, it’s obscene!
To be talking of drugs
(Did you know I love pugs?*)
This could be read by impressionable teens!
Never fear, my dear readers, I say,
For where there’s a will there’s a way
For sense to be made
Before by police I’m waylaid
‘Cause you see, it’s a Chocolate Post Day.
Yep, this blog is still quite Safe For Work
In Gilmore Girls, I didn’t love or hate Kirk**
But what I did love
Was this choc, because push for shove
Its nutty yumminess was a big perk.
I do not know what Xylitol is
But this shelled hemp is surely the biz
I don’t think I got woozy
And I sure ain’t a floozy
Did you know that rice in French is called riz?
So now that I’ve taught you so much
(Like I’m now in Bruges where they speak Dutch)
I think that you should
If you can, and you would
Eat this chocolate – its taste has a sweet touch.
* Really. That’s not just a convenient rhyme. Well, I mean, obviously it is a convenient rhyme, but I truly have in this past year become mildly obsessed with pugs. Perhaps because they look like grumpy old men?
** Also true. With less ambivalence, I didn’t like the sixth season at all. Or Dean, for that matter. Jess all the way.