Clotted and sour, whipped and double, <br />All delicious when laid on the tongue, <br />One could find oneself in deep trouble, <br />It's hard, keeping the figure young. <br /> <br />They melt with so much pleasure, <br />When you deem to taste their charm, <br />And if you're sampling them at leisure, <br />They can do you a lot of harm. <br /> <br />Inches creep onto your waistline, <br />And without warning, before very long, <br />Your poor body becomes less divine, <br />And your willpower, becomes less strong. <br /> <br />The flavoured ones, they are so yummy, <br />Nutty mixtures, with chocolate and fudge, <br />But they're no good at all for your tummy, <br />And will not help those inches to budge. <br /> <br />Those creams call out, waiting to tempt you, <br />And so you really just have to resist, <br />You should try out the 'Weight Watchers' menu, <br />Now then girls, do you follow the gist? <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-creams/
