Theobroma Brownies

Theobroma brownies, will always be a slice of home,

It was the one thing that poopie picked up for me, everytime my mouth had foam,

I can't remember the number of relationship disputes,

And marital disputes,

This sugary wonder has helped pacify,

So everytime I bite into one now, I sigh,

Those wonderful memories,

Come flashing to my mind, like well preserved documentaries,

Of course sugar and romance, go hand in hand,

Fowl tempers instantly jammed,

Every argument forgotten,

Bitter feelings quickly trodden,

Perhaps Theobroma brownies represent poopie,

Or they remind me of Bombay, either way, I instantly feel less droopie,

What a story that was,

It still makes me pause,

Greatful for the love and the brownies,

It makes me forget all my frownies.