poetry

Temptation

Hold up on the olives

Hold up on the chicken

Flavour is what gives

In food lover’s stricken

Forget all that diet

Forget all that sweat

Inner fighting makes us quiet

Against the growing belly debt

Let’s just eat

All that cheese

All that meat

Till out we tease

The very last slurp

The very last bite

The very last burp

Its very last sight

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