The Emperor of Chocolate
The Emperor of Chocolate
I am the emperor of chocolate. I conquer every bar.
I can detect its presence in wrappings or in jar.
When there’s no chocolate to be found, I simply can’t abide it.
I can find it anywhere—wherever you might hide it.
My tendency toward chocolate is a tale I hate to tell;
but I cannot help it, for it is congenital.
My mother abused substances—namely, Russell Stover.
She could not close the box lid until eating them was over.
She couldn’t resist chocolates, though she was not a glutton
when it came to other foods like hamburgers or mutton.
She received a box of chocolates on every holiday—
on her birthday and for Christmas, and for sure on Mother’s Day.
When it came to appreciation, my mother never failed them,
for when it came to chocolates, she always just inhaled them.
One time my dad decided that he would have some fun.
He bought my mom some chocolates to dole out one-by-one.
He hid them underneath the cushion of a chair
to give her one piece daily, but she knew that they were there.
She ate the whole box in two days. It really was disgraceful.
Every time I saw her, it seemed she had a face full.
Only with my father did she manage to save face,
For she bought chocolate-covered cherries and put one in the place
of every chocolate that she stole. My father never knew.
She was not tempted by the cherries—a taste she could eschew.
My father always thought he’d pulled one over on my mother,
although I’ve always known that the true jokester was another.
When the box was only cherries, and he offered them to her,
she’d say, “I’ll save it for later,” or sometimes she’d demur.
To resist chocolate cherries, she was fully able,
and I was fully loyal to preserving mother’s fable.
That’s how my addiction was learned at Mother’s knee,
because the chocolate-covered cherries? She gave them all to me.
For dVerse Poets we are to write a poem about fruit. I hope it counts if it is covered with chocolate. This, I also admit, is a poem I wrote four years ago. Go HERE to read more fruity poetry on dVerse.

Very nicely done
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Haha — me, too! My favorites are See’s in this area, and Frango Mints ordered from Macy’s! Yummy!
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I can relate😄I love RS and rarely receive them and won’t buy a box myself. My current chocolate craving was a bag of Lindt milk chocolate balls. Definitely sinful! I loved the glow snd words of your poem, delightful
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Thanks, Rugby. My mom loved RS. I prefer Sees or Helen Grace or just plain Hershey’s. Ah yes, the Lindt big hollow balls are delicious. I’ve only had them once.
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I think they’re called Lindor Balls they are full of chocolate cream
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There is a RS outlet in CO but Sees is excellent also and can be found in CO malls
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Flow —it’s late and my fingers are tired🤪
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Ha.. I liked thinking you thought my poem glowed! ;o)
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Well it makes your face glow w a smile😄
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I buy about two boxes of chocolate cherries during the holidays🙄
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Brings back memories. My mom’s favorite was chocolate covered cherries.
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Great story!
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Loved that one Judy, a great story too, I hope it is true.
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It is true. My dad never knew the truth. He had so much fun doling those chocolates out one at a time. But mother had more fun!
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So lovely — no better way to eat fruit than covered in chocolate. Your mother was wise!
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The point was that my mother hated chocolate covered cherries so was not tempted by them. She just put them in so my dad wouldn’t know she’d found them and eaten them all within a day or two.
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I enjoyed the lighthearted humour in your poem … well done! Brava for Mother ….
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A very entertaining story, and beautifully rendered in rhyme. The best part of this is how you preserved the fable. I guess those chocolate covered cherries helped. 😉
~Mish~
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Actually, I preferred the Russell Stover as well, but there was no way you were prying those away from my mom.
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What a fun story! It took such a long time to get to the fruit I began to wonder if chocolate were your fruit of choice!!
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It seems like chocolate and cherry is the great divider… I am a cherry man myself.
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Especially if the cherry is soaked in liquor (I hope your mother didn’t give you those)
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You have a true talent for finding rhymes. “Disgraceful” and “face full” is my favorite rhyme in this poem.
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I write a line and then before I write the next line, I run through the alphabet and jot down all rhymes I can think of. I then choose the one that sounds like the most fun and compose the line. Sometimes, you’ve probably noticed, I forget to erase one of these lines of rhyming words from the bottom of the poem and don’t catch it until I read my post at a later date or Forgotenman points out to me, along with my spacing and apostrophe errors!
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I love how you learned your addiction at her knee, Judy. How cute❣️
-David
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One of many things, including my proclivity towards rhyme and meter.
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I used to love cherry chocolates, with the cherry inside and syrup! I haven’t had them for years, now I really, really want some… 😀
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My mother continues to wield her influence.
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mothers do that 😀
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This is incredibly poignant. I prefer dark chocolate while my mother prefers white 😀
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