Noshy

A rainy day – I stay at home But notice something odd – A constant need to nosh Has me on kitchen promenade. A bowl of chips, a Twizzler And some sugar-coated nuts – My salivary glands act up The minute my mouth shuts. Some sweet and sour cucumber My husband’s sliced real thin – I scarf a few and walk away But soon I’m reeled back in. A piece of cookie, just a bite, For hunger’s not the lure – When antsiness attacks, A little snack must be the cure. It’s dangerous to be inside For most of a long day, ‘Cause doing so affects your mind And also what you weigh!