My eager fingers stroke the box
The glinting ribbon gently plied
Then pearly papers part to show
The truffles, snuggly tucked inside

Of all the colours there to choose
A cool white chocolate satellite
Europa, moon of Jupiter
Now gobbled up and out of sight

It only spurs my greed for more
A reddish-brown one there I’ll eat
Too late! My teeth have crushed it whole
That planet Mars was such a treat

Titan, Tethys, Rhea, Dione
From Saturn’s moons I eat my fill
With box half empty I can’t stop
There’s lots of Solar System still

Inhabitants of Chocolate Earth
Beware those chomping jaws that seek
To crunch you up and all your kin
It pays to live a life that’s meek


© Oliver Wright

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