"I got a golden ticket," knocks about in my head when this happens. I always loved that Harry Potter had to eat chocolate to feel better in that series.
Poetry printed on the inside of chocolate wrappers is a marvelous thing. However, I have to admit, sometimes the poems are over my head even though they sound fabulous. Maybe it's language of long ago, some structural thing that I don't comprehend, my thick skull, or general lack of experience with poetry. Still, it's the thrill of finding the poem, like getting the toy in a Cracker Jacks box (I never got the sweet cereals as a kid unless it was the mini multi packs) that adds an extra dose of happiness.
Surprisingly, more packaging doesn't contain artistic nips of poetry like bad jokes on Bazooka bubblegum or self-help mantras. It's an opportunity to cheerlead the customer.
Tonight my daughter asked me, "If you could redecorate the world, would you do it?" Thinking of the great undertaking it would be, I turned down the offer. Surprised, my daughter said, "You wouldn't redecorate the world to make it better for poor people, put in nice bathrooms, plant more trees?" I replied, "I didn't know that's what you meant by redecorate."
Now that I think about it, more trees would be as fine an addition to the world as poems on wrappers.