Calories Poem by sylvia spencer

When I go to the baker,
to buy a loaf of bread.
I must think about what to buy,
before I lose my head.
I really want to spoil myself,
and buy a cream cake,
but that's totally, out of the question,
because my diet rules I'll break.
I love a hot cross bun,
it's oh! so nice and spicy,
but when in comes to calories
it's oh! so dicey.
Fruit cake and sponges,
are there for my temptation,
now this is when my hormones start
and I'm pent up with frustration.
With the smell of the fresh bread,
baked on the site.
It's at this crucial moment,
I feel I've lost the fight.
Bowls full of fondents,
and other sweet meats,
coconut ice and,
free sugar mouse treats.
All these are samples,
free for me to taste.
So I review the situation,
and think of my waist.
All these goodies are all very nice,
but when I'm counting calories
I certainly think twice