Diet

My day is a minefield of temptations.

Breakfast is oatmeal and yoghurt and fruit.

See, I start each day with good intentions

Then, come summer, I will fit my swimsuit

But  Mephistopheles has a biscuit

And I run a Cadbury gauntlet paying for fuel

Try your birthday cake- but dare I risk it?

Each calorific lure is just so cruel

Inevitably, hunger croons sweetly

You’ve done so well but your energy’s low

And that chocky fits your mouth so neatly

Well done, you’ve hung on so hard but now, let go

Yes, eat three in one go- but at what cost?

How goes the battle of wills? The battle is lost.

Steve Blakesley © October 2016