Dark and Brown,

Soft but not fuzzy,

It was baked by a chef,

And it’s very fudgey.

Greg cannot eat it,

He is allergic,

It’s a cake filled with chocolate,

The spoon is nice to lick.

The brown gooey filling,

Seethes out of the layers,

Your dentist will give you a drilling,

It’s the cause of all the fat mayors.

The chewy goodness,

Melts in you mouth,

You will think, I shouldn’t eat this,

But it will make you shout.

Ice is solid,

But it can turn to water.

As the heat hits it,

All of its hope melts away.

Once the ice turns to liquid,

All its matter drips away.

It seperates and falls apart,

The liquid is nothing unless all the drops stay together.

But the water can freeze up again,

Once it believes it can,

The water will be one again,

And all hope will be there.