By Bruce E. Stoker © 2008
I look at them all, see the donuts there heaping,
While my sugar gently creeps.
I look at my belt and see my navel peeping.
Still my sugar gently creeps.
I don’t know why nobody told you
Not to bring snacks I love,
And I don’t know why someone cajoled you
They caught and fooled you.
I think of the scales and consider its spinning,
While my sugar gently creeps.
With every sweet cake I will surely be sinning;
Still my sugar gently creeps.
And I don’t know why you came “desserted”;
You were subverted too!
And I don’t know why jelly was squirted.
No one alerted you?
I look at them all, see the calories seeping,
While my sugar gently creeps.
I look at them all.
Still my sugar gently creeps.
—With apologies to the Beatles….