An Ode to Chocolate Yeti
A peek from the clouds, that break we call spring,
When dew seems to sit, awaiting on gossamer string,
In our hearts we all know, it can mean but one thing.
A Yeti, so smooth, from its cave does appear,
A fearsome loud roar, in our ears we do hear,
Not a bear, but a different brute soon is quite near.
It’s chocolate and sultry with a cayenne pop,
In the hierarchy of beasts, it reigns at the top,
This Yeti is special; a delicious brew that is ready to drop.
Get your buns to the Tap Room, or any fair bar,
Because this Yeti’s elusive, it’ll soon be afar.
You’ll be pleased with this Yeti—we know we are!