In response to today’s The Daily Post prompt: treat.
Candymaker as Physician
The confectioner said, you need a treat.
Something soft and something sweet.
She melted butter and poured in sugar
By the cupful.
My teeth twinged, my tongue watered.
A little vanilla, and some nuts,
Rolled in coconut, dipped in chocolate.
She placed a dozen in a white box
Tied with a red ribbon.
Take two and call me in the morning.
I ate two
And then two more
And then four more.
My stomach aching, I called her.
What did you do to me? I’m going to burst.
She said, ah, but good things
Must be taken in moderation.
Too much joy only brings sorrow.
Go to bed and call me tomorrow.