The Sugar Shack Is Closing
I adore sweets and that's just pathetic
cos' for ten years I've been diabetic.
When that pie rolls around
or the muffins are crowned
my desire for them grows quite kinetic.
There are wrappers hidden under the bed
and there's leftover banana bread.
Every year I vow
to stop eating somehow.
If I keep this up I could be dead!
So I'll ring out the old-start anew.
I can do it if I think it through.
Throw the sugar away
and start over today.
Eating rabbit food's what I'll now do!
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