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O Candy, sweetest treat, Thou most delicious vittle! No steak or lobster meat So tartly froths my spittle! Without you would I die, And verily I swear it! My pancreas doth lie -- With medicine, I bear it. Your garment, ever dapper, Doth hint of what's inside, But now, disrobe! For wrapper 'Twixt me and sweets reside, Which will not do -- my glucose Requires your confection, And posthaste! For I've overdosed My insulin correction! Lines: 16 Written for: "PromptMaster !" Prompt: Write a love poem to a bad habit. |