Sweet Art of Enticement (The)

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By Josie Whitehead

A predator roams round our town,

And licks its lips with greed.

It coaxes me to look at things

I’m sure I do not need.

This creature’s called Enticement

And it lays alluring snares,

So tread the streets with heedfulness

And take the utmost care.

'The sales are on,' Enticement calls.

'There are bargains to be had!'

But buying things which I don’t need?

Well, surely this is bad?

Cream cakes in bakeries seduce,

And chocolates, dark and creamy.

Oh, sweet lingerie of finest silk

Can make me feel quite dreamy.

The bookstores draw me in, for sure.

Look! Sofas by the score!

Trousers, jumpers and silk scarves - -

No, I don’t need any more!

Too frightened by the ones who sell,

I flee from here in dread

And scamper to the natural world

For safety there instead.

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