Ode To The Biscuit Plate

Oh Plate!  You call me forth to snack
On sugared dainties from your back.
You call to me across the room,
My waistline glimpses certain doom.

Oh wanton beast!  I’d love to munch
Upon your sumptuous Ginger Crunch
And how my tongue does simply ache
To gorge itself on your Shortcake!

You ask would I not like to stuff
Myself with sweetest Lemon Puff?
And invite “Come feast on my lodger
Hereby known as Jammie Dodger.”

And then you get oh so suggestive,
My tastebuds tingle at your Digestive!
“Come take more than just a lookie
At my Chocolate Chipp-ed Cookie.”

I hate to be rejectionary
Of your sweet confectionery
But could you not choose one of stronger will
To tease and tempt with custard fill?

Get behind me!  Back I say!
Take your evil load away!
Have compassion, pray, do not bait
Oh sweetly torturous Biscuit Plate!

Yet every day I meet the struggle,
My meals and treats I’m forced to  juggle
Because that selfish Biscuit Plate
Has no respect for peoples’ weight.