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Dark Chocolate: A Table Fable

Dark Chocolate: A Table Fable

by Marc Hays


A naked Crust once covered

In sourdough or wheat,

Post feasting had recovered,

And recently discovered

A friend who also suffered:

A Bone who once wore meat.


Through suppertime attrition

They’d more than feelings hurt.

Both needing a physician,

With leery-eyed suspicion

Beheld the competition:

The final course–Dessert.


She knew her mousse was fluffy

And chocolate tan was dark.

Her whipping cream was puffy;

She thought she was hot-stuffy.

To everyone rebuffy,

And friendly as a shark.


The Eater poised and ready

With spoon split silken skin.

His progress slow and steady,

Reloaded, cocked, and ready,

For Dee-ssert Armageddy,

Completely did her in.


So, Crust and Bone sat blinking

Without a disconcert.

Her ship–they watched it sinking;

Her beauty–watched it shrinking;

And right now they’re still thinking,

“She got her just dessert.”

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3 Responses to Dark Chocolate: A Table Fable

  1. marknen says:

    Marc–this is an awesome poem. Good work!

  2. […] Commentary has been running a series of poems on food. Marc Hays’ poem, Dark Chocolate: A Table Fable is excellent. So is Joffre Swait’s Apéritif: A Poem About Pre-Meal […]

  3. Marc Hays says:

    Thank you.

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