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)
I'm glad you wax lyrical about sweets. A worthy subject! Enjoyed your poem.
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Your terrible addiction has helped in the creation of a jolly good fun read. My addiction is peppermint mints. I enjoyed this, well penned