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.'
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 8th, 2025 06:41
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Layers and layers! And the managing of people's greatest challenge are the people themselves! a definite Fave 🙏🕊️
Yes, never leave people alone with chocolate.
Mmm... unless they share!
Maybe not the staff but surely the shaft that one will surely not see the promised land. A sweet tale of a confectioner's delight. Well done Paul
Chocolate is good, gods delight.
So the Mayans said and look what happened to them
If only the Mayans had just used the same advertising company as the Aztecs.
Mind you, can you still get an Aztec bar. Make that my thing for today, source an Aztec bar.
Neither Mayans or Aztecs used sugar in their chocolate. It is sugar that sells it today
In Britain, we put sugar in sugar. Sure It's to kill us off quickly.
Paul, this is brilliant…biblical parody at its sweetest and strangest. You turned confectionery chaos into scripture. I was grinning all the way through. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
If the church offered chocolate bars in the way in, it would be packed out.
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