I looked at the pear and it looked so good.

That I took it from the bowl and ate it where I stood.

It made me feel merry, so I reached into the bowl and took the strawberry.

And seeing that I'd had two of my five a day, I

picked up the grapes and went the whole way.

So for the last 6 hours at least,

I've held back that chocolate beast.

That strange brown creature that stands alone in the fridge door. 
That alluring substance that keeps telling me I  should eat more.

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So it remains to be seen, if  I can resist the chocolate's charms,

and not let it climb up my arms...

and reach that gaping hole in my face.

For that would be a disgrace.