When I go to the baker, <br />to buy a loaf of bread. <br />I must think about what to buy, <br />before I lose my head. <br />I really want to spoil myself, <br />and buy a cream cake, <br />but that's totally, out of the question, <br />because my diet rules I'll break. <br />I love a hot cross bun, <br />it's oh! so nice and spicy, <br />but when in comes to calories <br />it's oh! so dicey. <br />Fruit cake and sponges, <br />are there for my temptation, <br />now this is when my hormones start <br />and I'm pent up with frustration. <br />With the smell of the fresh bread, <br />baked on the site. <br />It's at this crucial moment, <br />I feel I've lost the fight. <br />Bowls full of fondents, <br />and other sweet meats, <br />coconut ice and, <br />free sugar mouse treats. <br />All these are samples, <br />free for me to taste. <br />So I review the situation, <br />and think of my waist. <br />All these goodies are all very nice, <br />but when I'm counting calories <br />I certainly think twice<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calories/
