Perfect doughnuts penetrated my persnickety consciousness
All demanding my devotion to their deliciousness
So I complied, completely cashing out with my confections
Taking titillating bite after bite to toast my triumph
Realize that these rare respites from my diet restrictions
Yields too many yummy yeast infused carbs for my blood sugar
Don’t tell me what to eat.
I listen to what my body needs.
Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.
That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.
While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted
Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself
Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet
And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat
The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye