To eat or not to eat, that is the question. A doughnut, ******, airy I’ll consume-- adjust my diet later to make room-- or falsely reject pastries’ sweet delight while bingeing pasta deep into the night? Doughnut, thou art satisfying, sweetly filling morsel, savored now discreetly— perhaps a little midday’s sugar craving is better solaced, hunger I’ll be staving off, resisting better night time craves. ‘Tis better, easier to have the faves; by portions small on calories I’ll save, and skip on other dishes that don’t taste as sweet and crispy, but go straight to waist.
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote, following the dictum "Write what you know" ;)