Sugar

I really love toffee and taffy and cake

The blueberry muffins my Dad likes to bake

And icing and jello and coconut ice

And licorice and chocolate and brownies are nice.

I went to the doctor. (I felt a bit sick.)

He poked in my mouth with a short wooden stick.

He said, “There’s no cure and there’s no magic pill—

You’re now MADE of sugar and that’s why you’re ill!”

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Image from Pixabay © Daria-Yakovleva 2016

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