Pickin’ Up Pounds

Perhaps pudding’s proof is found in the poof.

A new baker’s dozen,

The doughnut does fill.

Temptation is buzzin’,

Eclipsing the will.

Pie in the sky

On your thigh,

In your eye –

Heavy sigh.

Mere calories nameless

May do one no harm.

Meandering mindless,

Resolve they disarm.

Physicians can’t sidestep:

The pot, still it grows.

They test everything ‘cept

Pinocchio’s nose.

Pie in the sky

On your thigh,

In your eye –

Heavy sigh.

But no pie that’s humble,

No penitent tart –

The oafish crust’s mumble

Will gain no fresh start.

‘Tis those who keep measures,

Not willing to flake,

Who fear not such pleasures

And thus take the cake.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

Meme Express: “baker’s dozen”

One-Liner Wednesday: See subtitle.

Three Word Wednesday: “meander,” “nameless,” and “oafish”

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