To the one I crave

Move Aside Boys - It's not you I crave!!!

No offence boys – I just can’t get enough of crisps!  I love them soooooooo much!

I’ve been social distancing for 2 weeks.  Just before week 1 – I bought about 6 large packets of crisps to see me through over a number of weeks.  I devoured them all in week 1!!!!

Sometimes I open a packet of crisps, telling myself that I’ll just have one or two handfuls and then I’ll go back to them later of the next day. BIG FAT FAIL!!!  If I open a packet of crisps – they will be gone in no time.  No rolling over to the next day!

I told myself that I can’t be eating a large packet of crisps every day.  I’m happy to report that during week 2 of isolation – I have not consumed any crisps!!! Yipee!!!  (I have had biscuits and wine – but we’re not tackling that for now!)

I really don’t want to be eating crisps every day so to help me break the habit – I’ve written a poem to support me to quit.  I hope you enjoy it.  Let me know what you snack on and what I can replace crisps with!!!

 

To The One I Crave

 

I’ve been told to stay away from you

You pose a health risk

They say you’re no good for me

Without you, I feel adrift

How do I separate from you?

Whilst apart, you are missed

How did I become so dependent?

I’m addicted to crisps.

 

I hang around you at parties

Your charm, I can’t resist

I pick you up after work

You’re on the top of my shopping list

You cheer me up when I feel glum

You certainly give me a lift

Whether on the road, in my car, on the sofa

I’m addicted to crisps.

 

You’re tempting but you’re salty

High fattening – oh the cruelty

Full of sugar – that’s why you’re faulty

I find you irresistible – and I’m another casualty.

 

I have to buy the family packet

I never share unless the family insist

You’re widely available

Too easily accessible – that’s my gist

You’re produced to make me hooked

Yet I’m no Food Scientist

Are you the reason I can’t shift my belly fat?

I’m addicted to crisps.

 

Any addiction can be broken

No need to uphold preplanned trysts

If I can’t have you as an occasional treat

Then I’m going to cause a rift

One of you a day is equivalent to drinking 5 litres of oil per year

That’s why we can no longer co-exist

I’ll replace you with fruits

I’m cracking, snapping and crunching my addiction to crisps.