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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