On Going to Bed Without Dessert
by
Greg Pincus
My brain's full of sundaes and thick, creamy shakes.
My thoughts drift to cookies and pastries and cakes.
I'm thinking of donuts. My head swims with pies.
I see piles of candy when I close my eyes.
And pudding! There's pudding in bowls ten feet deep.
I guess Mom was right - sugar's why I can't sleep.
Happy Poetry Friday once again. This week's roundup is over at Today's Little Ditty thanks to Michelle. There's always great stuff every week... and it's National Poetry Month so you really have no excuses not to visit. (Cake image, by the way, courtesy of the generator at RedKid.Net)
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6 comments:
Thanks for the chuckle this morning, Greg! I do believe I will celebrate your poem's chuckle-worthiness with a mug of hot chocolate. :)
Ha! I thought it was going to bed without dessert for punishment. Well, a different form of it, anyway. Love the "pudding bowl ten feet deep"!
My kind of poem. Let me dive into that pudding bowl right now. :)
I think I got a toothache just reading this poem! Very "sweet", Greg! =)
A poem to delight those of us with a sweet tooth. Thanks, Greg!
Ha! I guess so!!
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