by Jack Prelutsky
I bought a box of chocolate hearts,
a present for my mother,
they looked so good I tasted one,
and then I tried another.
They both were so delicious
that I ate another four,
and then another couple,
and then half a dozen more.
I couldn't seem to stop myself,
I nibbled on and on,
before I knew what happened
all the chocolate hearts were gone.
I felt a little guilty,
I was stuffed down to my socks,
I ate my mother's valentine...
I hope she likes the box.
If you ate all your mother's chocolates, you could always get her a bracelet instead. She'd probably like it a lot.
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