Isadora Gruye, at IGWRT , asks us to reveal our secrets. This one is perhaps a fantasy on my part, as I don't believe I've indulged in such a caper since I was a lad - and even then, not at midnight! I had too much respect for my teeth. However, a man can dream, can't he?! That in itself can be a guilty pleasure!
How I ask you, may one measure
the guilt attached to guilty pleasure?
Does it mean the size of the Mars Bar
or the depth of the sweetie jar
will add it's own dimension?
Must I mention
how this delight
on midnight
exploits to the kitchen
can get your fingers itching
to tear the paper
fast, then make a
start, as teeth
nibble away to reach beneath
the chocolate topping,
find the caramel. No stopping
until the nougat is licked clean.
Know what I mean?
"A Mars a day "
so adverts say
"will help you work, or play, or rest"
but one at midnight tastes the best!
Hey Caddoc . . . does Ada know about this? Clearly the luscious chewy chocolatey taste has lifted you to the summit of poetic endeavour. Bien fait!
ReplyDeleteI didn't, Doctor, but now I do! I've just recommended he come to you for advice on the unwrapping part...
DeleteItchy fingers, indeed?!
Ssh! It wouldn't be a guilty secret if Ada knew, would it Doc?! Of course, if she reads this, she might decide to give me a sweet treat for Christmas...
ReplyDelete. . or a good thrashing! But hey . . . that's maybe your idea of a sweet Christmas treat.
DeleteWoah! That might be Ada's guilty pleasure, wielding a whip, but you know me Doc, I'd go for a softer option...
DeleteCaddoc, Caddoc, Caddoc! Try the Doctor's soft option, why don't you? My ears will be waiting...
Deleteyum... I wish I could still eat chocolate... does not agree with my digestion anymore... but I do miss the taste.
ReplyDeleteIf you have time tomorrow or perhaps Sunday or Monday, please stop by to visit the gratitude quilt and add words of gratitude of your own in the comment box below... it will be posted early Thursday morning, November 22nd. Happy Thanksgiving!
...and not teeth brushing? Hmm, that is bad :)
ReplyDeleteMaking my mouth water...
ReplyDeleteYou're not alone! Mine is doing the same thing. Is is possible to have vicarious guilty pleasure I wonder? LOL :) Thanks Cad, for sharing!
DeleteThis made me hungryyyyyyy!!!!!!!! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteChocolate at midnight? I'd never admit to it ;-)
ReplyDeleteoh, yum, yum, yum! :)
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by my place and leaving a comment. really appreciate it!
is that a Mars bar? looks like a Snickers to me.
ReplyDeletejust yesterday i saw a photograph of a freight train made with 2,000+ pounds of Belgian chocolate. given the responses so far to Izy's prompt, maybe i should dig that one up and post for everyone to enjoy. :)
Snickers have peanuts in, too - not so good for denture wearers! LOL. Not that I have any of those - yet! :)
DeleteMars bars are my very favorite. Love this poem!!!!! Love the fingers itching to get the wrapper off. I was in that very space just last night!
ReplyDeleteThen I hope you had a Mars Bar Handy, to keep you company!
DeleteYum yum, best really cold as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting on the challenge Cad. Your sing song style and truthiness is always welcome
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite kind!!! Now I'm craving one. :)
ReplyDeleteNow that's a dirty pleasure that I don't mind sneaking around to partake in....
ReplyDeleteSneak around my Caddoc at your peril, Madam...
DeleteCaddoc, I suggest you need to go HERE to learn a little something about another kind of sweetness...
ReplyDeleteI cringed when I first saw the awnings over mom-and-pop grocery stores in England ..."A Mars a Day" ...the thought made my teeth ache.
ReplyDeleteThis is not to say, however, that I don't understand the midnight craving for chocolate, caramel, nougat, or all three. I understand too, too well.
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You are soooooooooooooo bad! In a good kind of way!
ReplyDeleteIf I know Caddoc Trellis, his poem here doesn't even scratch the surface of his Guilty Pleasures. What goes on inside that shed of his would make your eyes water.
ReplyDeleteTrue. It often makes MY eyes water - with laughing! I was born to be a clown...
DeleteDoctor FTSE, are you perhaps suggesting that Caddoc and Ada amuse themselves in one of these, kept specially in his shed? Now, that's a real guilty pleasure!
DeleteP.S. No, not the marrow, people - the upholstered wheelbarrow! Read to the end of the poem!!!
DeleteYou capture every gesture, every movement. I see I should havve written about chocolate. I feel actual guilty about that! Thanks for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteOh why do these sweet treats always beckon at midnight?
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