Fiddly hands and fingers
Fiddly toes wiggle too
Waiting for the decision
Of whatever I should do


A huge box of chocolates
Was left in front of my door
Not suppose to eat it
Then what is chocolate for


The box is heart-shaped
Topped with a big red bow
Oh how can I resist eating
For it sure tempts me so


I should take it to a rest home
And give it to someone alone
If I should eat the chocolates
I know the doctor will moan


So fingers are fiddly as I
Take the chocolate to the car
Driving it to the rest home
Which isn't all that far


Maybe some won't quite
Make it to where it should be
Tasty as I eat one or two
I think I shall keep them for me






Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)

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