I'm addicted to Liquorice Allsorts
That sugary gem of a sweet, and
Unless I take serious hold of myself
The whole of the pack I will eat.
They loiter beside my old armchair
On the table, with darkest intent
To pressure me into submission, and
My diet, once more, to relent.
I start every morn' with restrictions
I place them so well and so strong,
'I'll only have two after lunch-time'... Huh!
Come supper, the plan has gone wrong;
Another half dozen, at least, have
Disappeared into my tum -
I'm addicted to Liquorice Allsorts,
Just look at the size of my bum.
(Written Oct 2013)
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