Bright big green tin
That stays unscathed
Through seven decades.
The rich flavour of cocoa
Etched in our minds;
A beautiful sensual melody it makes,
When stirred with boiling hot water.
With hints of cocoa and a sweetness tang,
The scent floats into our bedrooms
Telling us that a beautiful good morning is here.
Like rose and its thorns and its leaves
This brown beverage brings you to heaven
When married with cream and crunch,
And keeps you running round and round
Like a leaping bunny!
Heaps of ice,
And a lava of sweet chocolate comes
trickle, trickle, trickle,
down the table.
So grand with extra powder on top,
Like a dinasaur.
Or, should it be left just as it is?
One cup fits an ant,
and that is the Malaysian way
to roll the mornings!
P/S: Sorry for my bad poem because my ideas have somehow... DIED. :X
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