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.
The prompt was to write a platonic love poem. Sugar, one of my true loves.