With each excursion to the refrigerator
A vision began to haunt me.
Lonesome and luscious on a plate
Lay a delectable exquisite pastry.
The temptation was irresistible
I hastily slammed shut the door,
A lettuce awaited my attention
Whilst I chewed on my carrot raw.
With hesitation I took a backward step,
Returned from whence I came,
What a delicate thought, all that richness,
But…I was strong and wouldn’t claim.
The door was opened slowly,
I glanced sideways at the sugary sight,
“Don’t give in” I panicked as I took out the tomatoes,
Smacking my lips at the gastronomical delight.
With untold strength the door banged shut
The next second it was opened wide,
I weakened at the delicious sight –
With my eating schedule it was about to collide.
I reached out deliberately and slowly,
Its wickedness beginning to take hold,
Suddenly with relish I attacked it,
Oozing cream as I tucked in so bold.
I’d succumbed to a very naughty craving,
And been seduced by an art of cuisine,
Calorie counting had soared high that day,
Giving way to a craved for dietary “dream”
©Anne Green Jessel
“Naughty but Nice” Anthology
Arrival Press 1995