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.

liquorice-allsorts

Note:
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!

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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