I never took the time to sit and think about an M&M.
A chocolate that separates itself from the rest of the crew with its signature M.
Your empty palms await the decadent little multi-colored buttons,
Like they've always said, "melts in your mouth, not in your hands..."
When you take a bite into the cherub chocolate, its sugar-coated shell cracks like the frozen arctic water.
Exposing a sweet surprise.
Children jump for joy when they see the candy,
adults jump for joy too as their childhood is relived in every M&M.
Pop em' in your mouth during lunch-break,
share a few with your homegirl,
grab a handful at a Halloween party.
There's always a little surprise in every bite.
Sometimes it's a dab of peanut butter
or a crunch of peanuts.
Maybe a salty bit of pretzel,
or ooey-gooey caramel.
Whatever it is, they're good for the soul,
Your teeth won't be happy with you, though...
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 11:15 PM UTC
I never took the time to sit and think about an M&M.
A chocolate that separates itself from the rest of the crew with its signature M.
Your empty palms await the decadent little multi-colored buttons,
Like they've always said, "melts in your mouth, not in your hands..."
When you take a bite into the cherub chocolate, its sugar-coated shell cracks like the frozen arctic water.
Exposing a sweet surprise.
Children jump for joy when they see the candy,
adults jump for joy too as their childhood is relived in every M&M.
Pop em' in your mouth during lunch-break,
share a few with your homegirl,
grab a handful at a Halloween party.
There's always a little surprise in every bite.
Sometimes it's a dab of peanut butter
or a crunch of peanuts.
Maybe a salty bit of pretzel,
or ooey-gooey caramel.
Whatever it is, they're good for the soul,
Your teeth won't be happy with you, though...
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