Be Good
The sun blazed down
the air was hot and humid,
throats were dry and hot.
After drinking what seemed
like a gallon of water
one thought came to mind
Ice cream.
The idea revolved from my brain
so much so, I could taste the flavours
strawberry, black cherry, toffee.
My will power was waning
I knew I must resist.
Was due to weigh in at slimming world
would have to confess my sin
I must be good
I must
I,
my will power is gross.
Sorry, being good wasn't on my menu
the melted ice cream ran down my chin
was sooooo good,
will be good tomorrow.
Penned 25/7/2015
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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