The trouble with a sweet tooth

This poem is a reflection of the curse I live with

No I shouldn't,

I'm on a diet.

 

Well, go on, just one.

Hmm, lovely...

 

Oh, look at that,

The box looks mismatched.

If I just have the matching pair

It'll look even again... there-

 

Wait. Did you just say, salted caramel?

What's that? You prefer fudge?

Well we'll just have to try them both

Won't we?

 

Hmm ... hum ... hmm hmm ...

 

Agree to disagree,

No, thank you I don't like coconut.

Here, I'll swap you for an orange one.

 

How are you with almonds?

Alergic?

Don't worry, I'll save you,

Pass it over.

 

What's that?

You want the strawberry one!

I think there's one left,

I might have ate them already.

 

There's a toffee one here...

I'll fight you for it.

 

Oh look, there'only one left...

Urgh, coffee.

Who puts coffee in chocolate?

 

Well they didn't last long, did they?

We'll have to buy them again.

 

What's that?

What diet?

Author's Note

We've all been there... right?