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Author's Note:Here's a sweet poem, choc-o-fun with a bit of of history. Enjoy!
When Tlaloc snapped his rain,
In sheets across the plains,
Good growth was sure to come,
To Cocoa trees and plantain.
The Aztec people who tended fields,
Sacrificing men to get good yields,
Adored the bitter taste of beans,
Brewed without aid from machines.
"A drink for the Gods!" Montezuma declared,
In search of perfection, no soul was spared!
Time swept by, bringing Cortez and his ilk,
Who were offered 'chocolatl', cocoa's milk.
They loved it so much, the Conquistadores -
They stole it away from New World shores.
Returning to Spain with spoils of conquest,
Keeping a dark secret, the kind you ingest.
Once mixed with sugar, all bitterness fled -
The beverage grew popular with the high bred.
Forgotten, the origins of the once noble seed,
Its carefree caretakers ploughed under by greed.
Effete Europeans latched onto the craze,
Using their industry to refine and amaze.
Hundreds of years being consumed as a drink,
A unique blend of cocoa was now on the brink.
I spread and it sped to nations great and small,
Delighting citizens, their tastebuds in thrall.
No empires fought for the fate of a confection,
Yet millions are spent in search of perfection.
Whether it's a sacrifice of blood or of money,
What length would you go to for this dark honey?
The Spaniards laid waste to an entire people,
Could we do any less for a taste of Aztec treacle?
------ For once as I, in Heaven climbed
Too high for truth to truly see
My sunken mind, drunken and blind
Saw the lie: The fool was me...
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