The boys would say she had chocolate eyes,

And never kept their hands off her cocoa thighs.

She was pure sugar, pure sweet,

Pure brown, sweet, caffeine.

She was our bittersweet bar,

Her exotic tastes must’ve come from afar

For she contented us all with her flavors,

Her overwhelming variations never causing a waver.

Until the day, we found out our darling soon-to-be queen

Was nothing but a batch of artificial sweetening.