The Panic
After
winters delight and your clothes are too tight
Regret
you enjoyed all those wonderful delights
Carefree
was your sweet tooth during those halcyon cold days
You never
noticed, in reality or cared as you overdosed on heavenly rays
But now you’re
out in more ways than one
You gaze
sideways at the mirror convinced you weigh a ton
Panic is
that moment as you visualize warm days the next month
The swish
will not exactly be from your behind but a tire of plump
Walking
the aisle where the supermarket shelves the chocolate pull
Turn down
another and the heavenly aroma of the baked cake breaks all will
Desire
and self-discipline the well known teasing tussle
And the
reckoning always comes; the bill at the end of the line is the toll
This long
drawn our battle of those who love everything from cake to brittle
It’s
never enough to take some or snack on just a little
All or
nothing is the motto of sweet heaven and, nothing is so sad
That
feeling of selecting the pretty wrapped nectar that makes glad
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