On Having a Sweet Tooth

Whether to have dessert

Is not even a question.

Not to indulge in sweets?

Don’t even make that suggestion.

Having no apple pie

Or luscious lemon meringue

Would be a real bummer—

As we say in slang.

Right out of the oven:

Hot cinnamon rolls...

Or donuts right out of the fryer—

With or without holes...

Crepes filled with strawberries,

With a dollop of whipped cream...

When I talk about sweets,

I never run out of steam.

Don’t forget about cakes,

And anything with custard...

Chocolate in every form...

And--I’m getting flustered.

Fresh homemade cookies

Of any delicious kind...

Chocolate fudge or divinity...

Yikes, I’m losing my mind!

Dessert bars, oh, my goodness,

Chewy, crumbly, flaky...

Banana, zucchini, and pumpkin

Bread—soft and cakey...

Cupcakes topped with thick frosting,

And filled with chocolate ganache...

Creamy Crème brûlée...

Boy, aren’t we getting posh!

A sugary German plum cake,

A Danish butter ring,

And Greek galaktoboureko

Give me a reason to sing!

Chocolate frosted brownies...

Lefse with sugar and butter...

My sweet tooth is growing larger

With every word that I utter.

Some people say that these sweets

Might be the cause of my death.

Then let me be holding a cookie

When I take my last breath!

(8-23-14) By Bob B