Puppy
I am a puppy.
I wonder why I can’t eat chocolate.
I hear the children say, “Mmmm”.
I want at least a morsel of chocolate.
I am hungry for chocolate.
I pretend everything is chocolate.
I am sad to eat the same thing every day; dog food.
I touch the table, begging to eat some chocolate.
I understand my stomach. It says, “I want chocolate!”
I say, “Hello! Down here! Some chocolate please!”.
I dream to eat some
chocolate.
