The first time that I saw him,
I knew that he’d be mine.
He seemed to whet my taste buds,
Exactly like good wine.
I tried to draw myself away
But the cravings were too strong.
Oh how I wish I’d left him
In the place where he belongs.
The second time it happened,
The temptation was too great.
It’s later, when you think of it,
You view the act with hate.
I’m afraid it’s happened many times
And the truth must now be faced:
My liking for those creamy cakes
Has added inches to my waist.
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