I used to be a slave to the sweet stuff . . .
With sweet temptation all around
I know that I’ll succumb
The icing dribbling down the cake
And criss cross currant bun
Oh sweet temptation, you attract
And ooze and call to me
A ‘death by chocolate’, next I spot
Please come and set me freeMy sweet temptation, nice and cool
On sunny days, or not
A rich ice cream, with caramel
I must devour the lotThis sweet temptation’s calling and
I really can’t ignore
A cookie shop, aroma’s out
With flavours I adoreFor sweet temptation, Christmas day
Is worse than Easter’s glut
Mince pies and pudding, Christmas cake
A chocolate covered nutNo sweet temptation can I pass
I have to eat the stuff
Full to the brim with overload
I think I’ve had enoughBut sweet temptation hasn’t heard
Of modesty or ‘no’
With tummy full, resistance down
And back for more I goIf sweet temptation let me have
All savoury for a week
I’d simply love my salads and
Would not crave something sweetThe sweet temptation truth is such
It won’t give me a rest
It’s won the battle of my will
As ‘sweet’ for me is best
© Nicky Clifford 2001