Hobo Renee
Feb 13th, 2004, 01:47 AM
The crunch of sweet candy within my mouth
rattles my head with holiday distress.
My throat is parched from this sugar caused drought,
Instigated by treats in such excess
Confection hearts which talk alarm me so!
They say such things I don’t know what to do.
“Call me!” They scream, and “I love you!” also.
I must protect myself! Perhaps I’ll learn Kung-fu…
Chocolate I welcome without panic,
for it can do no wrong upon my tongue!
Neither accosting nor acting manic,
fair sweet chocolate is a hero, unsung.
Maybe I can lose this hunger for sweet
and make habit of food from sources like wheat.
-Hobo Renee
rattles my head with holiday distress.
My throat is parched from this sugar caused drought,
Instigated by treats in such excess
Confection hearts which talk alarm me so!
They say such things I don’t know what to do.
“Call me!” They scream, and “I love you!” also.
I must protect myself! Perhaps I’ll learn Kung-fu…
Chocolate I welcome without panic,
for it can do no wrong upon my tongue!
Neither accosting nor acting manic,
fair sweet chocolate is a hero, unsung.
Maybe I can lose this hunger for sweet
and make habit of food from sources like wheat.
-Hobo Renee