She awoke in Bourneville, her luxurious hotel
Chocolat on her mind, the munchies the only topic
A boost she needed, would have to be more than a fudge,
Or the malt that teased her before bed
Packing her kit, Kat pondered her options like a lion
At the bar the previous night, minstrels dressed in green & black played
A final twirl before boarding a double-decker
To her the drifter, she would often revel at the galaxy
Searching for mars and the occasional milky way
With a crunch, the day still stood before her, yet all she wanted was time out
The marathon would be no picnic without any (s) knickers - she craved dairy, milk
At last reaching into the draw, she drew a wispa of a delight
This flake was all she required to feel divine.
another @frenzyofflies inspired piece
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