My Kryptonite

Villain’s went to Outer Space,
to drop Old Superman in Place.
For Me don’t Need to Go so Far,
just let Me near the Chocolate Bar.

Lose all Control – Weak in the Knees,
like quick Hair Cut for Hercules.
Eyes they Bulge out Of my Head,
this is Heaven – must be Dead.

Chocolate Pie and Chocolate Cake,
Morsels in a Chocolate Lake.
Cover me from Head to Toe,
I wither In a Chocolate Glow!

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