Opening the cupboard,
Jars of jam, Tins of soup,
Pasta shapes and lentils,
And the odd spaghetti hoop.
Tea bags, an assortment,
Jar of coffee, ovaltine,
But I am looking, searching,
And so far have not yet seen.
A packet of digestives,
Some forgotten shredded wheat,
Still no finding what I’m after,
Something gooey, something sweet.
He’s hidden it, the chocolate,
Somewhere lurking out of sight,...