Oh cruel Fate, such delight
Should be banned from sight,
I can be strong to a certain degree
But why must they keep staring at me?
I cannot escape their draw
They are positioned so close to the door,
Smiling in their teasing way
Bright and cheerful as a sunny day,
I cannot get past their charm
As I feel my extended arm
Reaching out to secure a bag
As an inner voice starts to nag,
Don’t succumb, it’s not so hard to try
Ignoring them, and just passing by:
Rows and rows flood my hungry mind
Of these sweets, the liquorice kind.
Inside a shop to buy some non food items, the aisle adjacent to the checkout was full of bags of liquorice allsorts. Not normally tempted, I almost weakened yesterday as the bags contained mainly bobbly ones, my favourite, in yellow and green as well as blue and pink. I kept telling myself to think of all those ‘E’s colourings not being good for me, but it was SO close to falling on deaf ears!