poetry: temptation

He dresses carefully Suits and waistcoats Pocket squares and umbrellas Impeccably placed. He is the ultimate diplomat starting wars at teatime negociating with princes over dinner He has the gift of getting to the essentials and never yielding to sugar-coated deals. And yet When he walks past Fortnum’s With its pyramids of miniature cupcakes frosted cookies buttery scones He has to stop and take a breath and remind himself of his diet. Oh, what sweet temptation!


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