Of fudge, you give me a headache
With your concentrated power.
I feel as though I’ve hastily
Consumed frozen ice cream an hour.

Your blackness is “forbidden”
To those who cannot say “taboo.”
After a small sampling, your
Potency makes many think “Morbleu.”

And though I know better when
I see you layered in parfait,
I seem to forget the harm
And think, ‘What the hey!’