Thank you, but I can’t.
I won’t.
I don’t need the extra weight
it could add to my thighs;
no lies I tell myself
would justify me having
the Triple Decker Choco Peanut Butter Sundae Explosion! again.

I shouldn’t.
I shan’t.
I can’t afford to damage my arteries
in that way.
My blood sugar levels
are far from OK.
I will have no lacteal product today.
No way, no how, my pal Jose!

That sugar would make my diabetes hurt.
So, again, thank you. No. And sorry I’m curt
but ice cream for me. It makes my hearts burst.
I won’t eat that treat; I’ll have the bratwurst.
It’s the healthiest food in my mind
– well, the first.