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The wet look of the oily cocoa
Glistens with flakes, hint of the snow,
The honey is hidden within! It is poised,
With taste yet unknown, modest and moist.
Feel the gem culinary, touch it, let break,
Observe how the chocolate fragments,
Let your eyes predict bliss for your tongue:
The cookie crumbles not, despite what they say,
But yields to the epicurean you with a languorous split.
Courtesy margarine, it is viscous, magically baked;
Its formula is the perfect softness
Divided by the tantalizing suppleness
Multiplied by the immeasurable yielding
Of chocolate and dough torn by impatient hands.
The taste, what a taste -
all you gourmets go home,
no need for critique, gastronome,
Let your skilled teeth shear the dough,
And uncage the shy honey; let rage
Rule your mouth, bathe it in pleasure,
In velvety chips rich with chocolate measure,
Let policemen forsake donuts and cry out as one:
We wish that all the women had taste Entennman.
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