{"id":836,"date":"2016-02-18T02:05:28","date_gmt":"2016-02-18T08:05:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=836"},"modified":"2016-02-18T09:39:32","modified_gmt":"2016-02-18T15:39:32","slug":"malteeser-tragedy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2016\/02\/18\/malteeser-tragedy\/","title":{"rendered":"Malteeser Tragedy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\">There&#8217;s a man I knew that ate Malteesers in bed,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> They are a wonderful tasty treat to be fed,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> He ate those treats one by one all the night through,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> A side effect of those treats is a shake or two,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> A substitute but not as good is a wax coated Malt ball,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> The wax protects from the heat but can make it fall,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> Malteesers are pure of chocolate and melts right away,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> That&#8217;s what makes them so good in your mouth to play,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> But those wax coated subs just aren&#8217;t the same but will do,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> The Malteeser is from Europe so ship me a box or two,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> I toss them in but soon the whole box is gone leaving me blue,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> So now I munch on Malt Balls and I break a tooth or two,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> I worry how many little male malts are walking without balls,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> I&#8217;m filled with guilt, tears fill my eyes and a few of the balls falls,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> Morning brings farts that started at midnight and coat the room,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> To wake to such a smell can wake a man into gloom,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> I drag myself to the restroom to release what I packed away,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> As I return to make my bed I find a morning treat for the day,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> There in the bed is a couple of the balls of malt,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> I tossed them into my mouth before my hands could halt,<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; font-family: Alice;\"> The sniff I caught flying through the air said loudly beware,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; 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