Chocolate, chocolate, make your way,
Down to my tummy, where you can stay.
There you sit like a bar of gold,
Waiting silently to be sold.
When I see it my tummy rumbles,
When I touch it melts like double cream
Just like when I saw it in my dream.
Smelling it makes me think of what I can make
From chocolate pie to chocolate cake!
If I don't get my chocolate I will shout,
Chocolate, chocolate, come right out!
by Zahra Khan (6)
Manchester High School For Girls, Manchester
Competition - Sense Poetry
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