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, the universe
And one day we may see

How a shared bit of pastry
Though it wasn't much

Explodes within my consciousness
And I'm Jabba the Hutt.