Naugatuck Valley Community College
CHOCOLATE TIME J. Greg Harding What happens in chocolate time that otherwise undone? Do caramel rivers with butterscotch currents flow upward and into the sun? Do Blitznickerbrattleworts lose their sting and float softly on trumblesilk wings? I suppose that the eoscape changes completely To settle the truculent frooms, And the airboiler cloudophone whispers Dim dithers in mullabye dillynight tunes. I believe that the wifflittles savor the sight Of the sunrising goldengloow pushing the night Until morningdew droptacles sparkle the glen And the spendrican fiddlenogs hustle wherewhen. Then, the hushbustle cacophones rule And the dingledrab fractickers diddle and drool. And not until fudgeripple evenings slow Do the mortiggers blast and the snurfagongs blow. And the ice cream Sunday’s cream was whipped With the Peagrackle tail feather kindly dipped In the nectar of Bunnybees humming away In a place where the most of us can’t seem to stay
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