Maybe I will try to get it published some day. The story goes as follows:

i’m not to blame, for i cannot help that it tastes so good…

   Walking through isles of chocolate, sugars and candies can get you quite hungry. Walking one day on my way down the street the Billy Belly Boy barren with blubber blew his blither blather over my way,”Come with me to the candy shoppe store and we’ll have a good time i say!”
   ”That we must do if we are to have ourselves a good day. We shall eat some candy and chocolate my friend if we go over that way.” i shoved through the air with my throat on that day. We walked side by side to the chocolate shoppe to find what we would on that certain day.
   The shoppe door opened with a frivolous sound, the bells jingled and the speakers from above played that severed sivle sound, and no that isn’t a song, it’s a sound. He went his way and i went mine to find whatever our mouths did long. While wondering the isles feeling fwong and sig dwong i could not believe what my eyes came upon. There was dancing and cheering that went on within as i stared at, what i felt i did win. It was Baby Beef Batter and Wiz Cries With Brim. Never seeing or knowing this sort of thing could touch your lips i took the box and shook it for my mind then did wonder what was in this box with such a draw and a shine.
   Walking to the front i did not take my time, i walked fast because then it wasn’t running… at least in my mind. For there were signs in this chocolate shoppe store that said “no running no shouting i do not have the time!” and i did not want to break them, those rules on the sign. When i got to the counter and paid for mine i whispered quite loudly, remember the sign,”Hey blithering buddy, i had just seen the time, i fear i am late and must flap and flim flime. i bid thee adieu and good luck i hope you find what is right for you.”
   For quite some time i had not seen the blithering blubber boy who’d led me to find that magic that touched my lips. He had disappeared, the TV had said a few times. i had figured he’d probably be dead by this time. Upon hearing this news i thought it would be good if i went back on down to the chocolate shoppe for a day. It was what he’d want me to do, the little blithering blathering blubber boy that led me to my baby beef batter. Walking through the isles, what i had come for i could not find. It was what i’d longed for for quite some time so i went to the spot where it was, what i thought i would find. Instead when i looked there was another box that had a good shine. Upon it’s smooth blumby bum, bimbly exterior read the words “Blither Blather Blubber Boy Batter, Better Bet Big Buck That IT’S GOOD!”
   And it was… good that is.