
I've long abstained from this pleasurable indulgence (chololate, as opposed to poetry, though some may find them indistinguishable - hopefully not in my case, though rumours, like euphemisms, abound ).
Neverthemoreorless, this one's not for criticism, but consumption.
[People used to die of that, I understand - I do, because this one's to die for]

I have nothing to offer to make this any better for I found it wonderfully written. You make the villanelle look so easy.

It seems to me that every poem does not need to be deep -- particularly if it's about chocolate. THis made me smile. AND it made me run down stairs for some dark chocolate.

But it IS deep, Mr Anstey, you're just too concerned with feeding your endorphins to notice
Colleen, villanelles ARE easy once you've done as many as I have -- just ask Mlle Aphasic, this poetry game is not to be taken seriously.

To differ or defer? That buggers the question. Moving on; poetry is a game to be taken seriously - poets are fair game, and should never be.
[Mlle Aphasic lips the trite fantastic]

Fair point, poets are not reasonable human beings. Can't be normal and still see the world sideways enough to write poetry.
Then again, I've found that human beings rarely make reasonable human beings. I think perhaps the koala comes closest of all animals to getting it right. Sleep for 23 hours a day and only wake up for sex. Then again, koalas write very bad poetry.

I will send you some. I owe Ruth a box of Australian sweeties anyway, since she's a Tim Tam virgin.

I did them with coffee... the warm liquid makes them melt deliciously in your mouth like a chocolate dream!
I imagine milk would work well too!
Leanne??