A constant aberration, it emerges in the night
to assert its domination, for it will have its bite.
It provokes me to assist it as I switch on the light,
and though I try hard to resist it, I always lose the fight.
I wander down the hall and once the kitchen is in sight,
I make a beeline for the fridge as I bemoan my plight.
I am simply not to blame. It’s just my appetite
that draws me from my midnight bed to assert its right.
It is not my choice, for I have been true to my diet.
It’s my appetite that simply must get up and pie it!
Happily, this is fiction, at least for the past three months, as I have been true to my diet for that long. 24 pounds as of today, but as you see, my subconscious and the prompt words conspired to take me down a naughty path creatively if not physically.