Get yer own

Soft and squidgy
with a whiff of sweet vanilla
As I open the clasp
greedy with anticipation
Hastily trying to get
the tray out of the bag
To break off my first piece
and put it in my mouth
I can remember what it
tastes like from the last time
A piece of heaven for £2.39
Succulent and moreish
How easily I am pleased
Each mouthful of decadence
Full of processed sugar and fat
Every moment to be regretted
When the waistband’s too tight
But not regretted enough
To stop me buying it again
Bad for my health and bank balance
But yet so very, very right
The chocolate chips melt in my mouth
The brioche simply falls apart
The crème patisserie
Adds just the right touch
Have an apple, they suggest
Or a handful of nuts
Nah, stuffit, you have them
There are no prizes for being good
Tear and Share brioche
It’s made to be devoured
I’ll happily share the calories
I will even buy you your own
I’ll tear it and I’ll eat it
But I aint sharing it,
Get yer own.
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Copyright © 2012 Vicky Newham. All Rights Reserved.

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About Vicky Newham

Vicky Newham is a writer, living in Whitstable, Kent. She writes crime fiction, psychological thrillers and science fiction. Her main projects are novels, but she also writes short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction articles and some poetry.
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One Response to Get yer own

  1. Ha! That ending is adorable.

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