The rotten chocolate pencil

It tempts me as I write

With each and every stroke on paper

I want to take a bite.

But if I bite into it, I will not be satisfied

Because rotten chocolate pencils

very much deceive the eyes.

That tempestuous outside

gives way to a nasty inside.

Though beautiful on paper,

Eloquent words and all

In reality it is evil,

Merely begging you to fall.

But to exchange the rotting one for one fresh and newly made

The pencil will be useless until you make the exchange.

And once exchanging the pencil,

You do in fact dig in,

You will find it quite delightful,

And fully without sin.


This poem is written by Ella Stewart.