Dessert, Anyone?
Don't get me started . . .Pretty pastel pastries Sitting on a tray Around they come At meal's end Inviting me to say Let's get dessert Let's split it A bite or two won't hurt It's not like just a little bit Will pop the zipper on my skirt But will the sweetness trigger? Will I feel that I've been bad? Will I go home and stuff my face With Hostess treats for kids' lunch bags? If I don't try to stop me Who knows what I will eat? The earth, the world...