Writing

Whose chocolate is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though.
 Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch her laugh. I cry hello. She gives
 her chocolate a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other
sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The chocolate is little,
 pretty and deep, But she has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep.
 Sweet dreams come to her cheap. She rises from her gentle bed, With thoughts
 of kittens in her head, She eats her jam with lots of bread. Ready for the day
ahead. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your compliment is pretty, And so are you.
 Orchids are white, Ghost ones are rare, A beauty is blonde, And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows, With buds like eggs, Your paper is white, And so are your legs.
 Sunflowers reach, Up to the skies, The coat is blue, And so are your eyes. Foxgloves
in hedges, Surround the farms, Your shirt is white, And so are your arms. Daisies
 are pretty, Daffies have style, Your paper is pink, And so is your smile.