The chocolate box

When faced with chocolate undecided
From the box I must choose unguided
Is that the one with nuts, the crunchy or the hard
The coffee cream, the fondant or one with lard
Should I wait as others leave me with less to pick
Or shall I stuff my face until I’m sick

The milk, the white, the dark or plain
The centre’s the issue its all such a pain
Someone stole the menu guide
I’ve no idea, what’s inside
Is that one nice or is it not?
I don’t want to pick the one thats filled with snot

Oh I don’t know what to do
The wrong one would put me in a stew
A pickle, a mess a big pink dress
I hate decisions
Don’t you?

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.

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