Confronting Decadence

How I longed for and every morn, For a decadent slice of cake, At beginning of every dawn, Was hooked, my heart did often ache. Not fussy, fairy cake or bun, To be sweet, I was for sure born, Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun, How I longed for and every morn. Traveled cities so far and wide, At seven sharp did often wake, To reach the famous pastry side, For a decadent slice of cake. Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad, Are slightly yellow brown and fawn, Stop or you will be very sad, , At beginning of every dawn. You like to dress to always stun, In your shoes you will one day quake Say no, I have finally won, Was hooked, my heart did often ache. So, I became sober once more. Did not touch cake since yesterday, Yearning not as bad as before, My decision made from today, And every morn. Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph May Date; Thursday 6th April 2023