Sunday 8 April 2012

Gather Ye Chocolates

Another in my series of classic poetry re-worked for modern times.

To the Young Ladies, To Take Much Chocolate At The Easter Egg Hunt

by Sam Liddicott

Gather the choc'lates a'fore it's May.
    Old timers still a-trying :
For easter eggs that melt to-day
    To-morrow will be frying

The baking heat of heaven, the sun
    The hotter it is getting
The sooner chocolate starts to run
    And spoil your dress, upsetting

That aged beast which at the first,
    Would tend your clothes and laundry ;
But having over eat the, worst
    stains leave you in a qaundry.

The bean of cocoa speed your time,
    And while ye may go carry :
For having lost your chocolate time
    You may be very sorry.

The original, below, makes valid points, but perhaps intersects less with the mind of modern woman than my revision.


by Robert Herrick

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
    Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
    To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
    The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
    And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
    When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
    Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
    And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
    You may for ever tarry.