Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Keeping track

I try to count the calories

But I have 32 sweet teeth

That love to sink into

anything soft and fudgy.

I like the salty and crunchy,

I’m not partial to the crispy,

Don’t want to leave out the chewy.

What can I say, my mouth

loves a good exercise.

The other day, I was glum.

Pass me a plate of delicacies!

A small smile crept in,

The shape of a waxing crescent.

Before the mouth made an O.

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