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!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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