Little Mo.

Paul Bell

So strange, it was dark in the white room
People pondered over marshmallow figures all stood in a straight line
That one at the end, it has eyes
So it has
Godlike, we bow in awe
Hundreds and thousands applaud in unison
Chocolate legions stand routed
The eyes have vanished
Death searches in the night
Jelly baby heads abandoned as mothers cry in colour
Candy fish lead the cortège as the night floats downstream
One jelly baby saved
Adopted Tobleronian
Something's brewing
Death in the afternoon
God speaks
Go forth to jelly mountain
Hundreds and thousands follow
Tobleronians in hot pursuit
Parting of the waves
Plague the Pharaohs army
He leaves the smarties
To climb jelly mountain
God gifts him tablet for the journey down
The smarties have built a chocolate idol
Furious, he breaks the tablet in two
With the Tobleronians on one side
Smarties on the other
He came to his only conclusion on jelly mountain
You just can't get the 'Staff.'

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2021 05:18
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • orchidee

    Good write Paul.
    After Eights give me the burps, with all that mint.
    There's a naughty joke about jelly babies - not to repeat in public.
    Woof! My imaginary dog Fido won't let me tell it! lol.

    • Paul Bell

      Fido knows best. lol

    • spilleronsheet

      Well crafted dear poet
      It’s difficult to decide which one I prefer more
      I have a sweet tooth though

      • Paul Bell

        Dentists dream. lol

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good fun write Paul.


        • Paul Bell

          Sugar rush.

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