Like most children, I loved sweets,
Candy, soda, and pastries,
A Milky Way, a Coke, and a donut,
Twice a day until age fifteen,
Graduating to a six pack of Mt. Dew
And a king size bag of M&Ms.
Only on weekends. I had to cut back.
My dentist said I was his best patient,
As he handed me a treat after each visit.
Adulthood, coffee with extra sugar
Became my new craving, with a donut side.
You can’t have one without the other.
I hope Krispy Kreme and Dunkin Donuts
Never merge to monopolize my cravings.
It will confirm my premature demise.
My gravestone inscription will read,
He was a sweet man
Known to all as Sugar.
Robert Stanhope started creative writing during his Junior year of high school. In his twenties, he became a motorsports journalist and was published in a number of local, regional, and national trade publications. Now in his early 40s, Bob has returned to creatively writing, including embarking on his first novel, The Last Lie.