It takes all sorts

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!


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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