I walk the supermarket aisles
With list and shopping cart,
And all along the taste beguiles;
I must be strong and smart.
The produce picks are well displayed,
The veggies in array
Are what I need. I haven’t strayed
From this, my list, today.
The next department overflows
With chicken, pork and beef.
I’ve walked ‘most half the market rows,
No ‘extras’: such relief
To realize that my shopping spree
Still sticks to what I wrote
Upon the paper. You’d agree
This is a day of note.
When all at once I round the turn
And see before me spread
The aisle that many people spurn;
And I’m not talking ‘bread’,
But rather sweets and cookies there.
The packages all beckon,
Their tasty goods forbidden fare;
Now is the time to reckon
And swift decide to choose, or not,
A yummy little treat.
My weakness shows; resolve is shot.
And I admit defeat.
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