Ode to a Dove Bar

Hail to thee, my dearest Dove Bar,

Object of my sweetest dream.

You’re covered with milk chocolate

And your center’s pure ice cream!

I went with twenty Apies to a place on Cinnamon Bay

Where some in tents and cottages were obliged to stay.

But with ants, cold showers, donkeys – it was going to be a bore;

Til I spotted my dear Dove Bar in the freezer at the store.

On our daily trip into the town beside the bay called Cruz,

I found noisy, pushy people there imbibing quarts of booze.

But on a shopping expedition to the Starfish Retail Mart,

I was pleased to find a Dove Bar had fallen in my cart.

In the town of Coral Bay, the Love Market may be found,

Where you may buy ‘amore’ by the dozen or the pound.

There I saw deep in the freezer by the counter near the door,

A very small selection of the Dove Bar I adore.

You may talk ‘bout ‘Ben and Jerrys’ and of Smoothie permeations,

But I’ll shout if from the housetops and preach it to the nations,

Whether hiking, snorkeling or unwinding on the beach,

For the ultimate in satisfaction – for a Dove Bar you must reach!

Now I’m headed back to Jersey where the Dove Bars grow on trees,

And the littered cast-off wrappers float serenely in the breeze.

But I truly will remember til my last gray cell is gone,

Those delightful, delicious Dove Bars I consumed on old St. John!

Cliff

St. John, U.S.V.I.

February 2006