My guilty pleasure
Is hidden deep within
Below the cake and chocolate
The vodka, wine and gin
It's never ever mentioned
It's a secret of my own
Today I will declare it
Let all shame be thrown
My guilty pleasure
For when I'm all alone
Is Wall's vienetta
With strawberries freshly grown
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This poem was inspired by the challenge start by isadora at real toads:
- Admit to your deeply dark guilty pleasure.
- Write a poem gluttonously inspired by it. NOTICE: I said gluttonously inspired, which means no light hinting or a slight name drop.
8 comments:
Strange, isn't it the things we sometimes consider "guilty pleasures" can be another's dessert. Pleasure is a unique thing, and in moderation it seems okay--viva la and thanks for responding to the out of standard prompt.
Yum... looks and sounds delicious!
Decadently guilty! :)
Yummy. Guilty looks delicious!
I'd like a slice of that!
Gluttony might be all it's cracked up to be!!! Yours looks delicious!
I'll join you!
Almost too beautiful to eat. Perhaps therein lies the guilt? :)
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