Ah, the things to which I could have admitted when I was young! The poems I could have written to describe my deep desires!
However, I have few guilty pleasures left; but Izy is a hard taskmistress, so I looked at my decadent self this morning, lounging about on a river cruise ship, doing not-very-much, and I find I must admit the truth.
Here are Izy's rules for this month’s Out of Standard challenge, followed by my response.
1. Admit to your deeply dark guilty pleasure.
2. Write a poem gluttonously inspired by it. NOTICE: I said gluttonously inspired, which means no light hinting or a slight name drop. Go now, toads, rub your bellies in the muck and bleat delightfully at its deliciousness.
I’m drinking tea with honey and lemon
soothing to a sore throat, so good for me,
while eyeing a pastry filled with chocolate
(my fourth of the morning)
which will be my reward
for drinking the tea.
All good deeds should be rewarded,
don’t you agree?