MY STOLEN CHOCOLATE

All my chocolate he did steal
Tie him to a paddle wheel
Teach that boy how to act
He's been bad and that's a fact

With my chocolate he did go
And no remorse did he show
He not only made me sad
He made me angry, made me mad

You'll learn not to mess with me
My chocolate I want to see
I'll give you just one more chance
Or with demons you will dance

Return it, boy, by sundown
Or I swear I'll gun you down
You know I can shoot a gun
Do not even try to run

I will track you and your band
For I'm the law in this land
I'll shoot you dead, you mad dog
Stretch your hide on that old log

October 21, 2005

Poetry © Jan Haile Clark

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