Stopping by the Bakery on a Hungry Evening

Whose cakes these are I think I know.
His condo's in the city, though;
He will not see me stop to stare
At every croissant and eclair.

My running shoes must think it queer
To pause with all these pastries here.
My diet's barely started -- still,
I feel a weakening of my will.

The cashier says, "What would you like?"
(Forgive me, exercising bike!)
"Cream puffs, I think... just box up twenty.
Wait -- one donut hole is plenty."

Whipped creams's luscious, white and deep.
But I have diet vows to keep
And miles to jog before I sleep,
And miles to jog before I sleep.

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