Stewed Prunes and Chocolate by Penny Luker
There are days of low fat meals,
skimmed milk and bland crispbread.
Cravings for apple crumble
change to stewed prunes instead.
Those testy scales are laden
with feet hidden by the flab.
No mirrors in the bathroom
reveal the clothes, so drab.
Chocolate’s in the drawer,
a silent hidden treasure,
so rich and darkly smooth.
The taste of it’s a pleasure.
Adverts promote thinness
as an ideal woman’s form
but I suggest that chocolate
should be everybody’s norm.



