ORANGE CREAM

I am an orange cream.
The last one in the box.
Everybody only seemed,
To want the other chocs.

There were so many of us,
Now it's just me, in this space,
Because nobody had the urge,
To shove me in their face.

"Perhaps they've kept the best 'til last,"
I tried to tell myself.
But all they did was close the lid,
And put me on the shelf.

It seems that no-one fancies me.
Never mind though, eh?
I'd rather be out of date,
Than be eaten, anyway.

10 October 2002