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