At first bite it tastes so sweet
Tangy tingles on the tongue
Hunkering for more delights
Tidbits become cravying
Bloated on sugar, sickened
On torrents of syrupy prose
Overwhelming - it’s too much
Beloved turn of phrase
Is stuck on the bottom of the bowl
Take pen in hand and the poetry flows. Fill yourself with savory delights, but save some for others.
Saucy...