She could hear it coming
The rumble and the roar
It always came this time of year
Right outside her door.
The temperature was perfect
Cool and brisk and gray
The weather for a visit
From the Sugar Train today.
It’s engine roared inside her head
Or was that just her tummy?
Either way, she was on board
To taste something so yummy.
The Sugar Train was fast
The Sugar Train was sweet
And she was completely powerless
To resist it’s luscious treats.
Why couldn’t she avoid the train
And catch another ride?
Once on, she never could get off
No matter how she tried.
The Sugar Train would speed along
Her sense of taste in awe
With sweets and treats, the chew, the crunch
The best she ever saw.
The flavors lingered in her mouth
Tastes rolling round her tongue
It brought a smile to her lips
The Sugar Train was fun!
But soon the temporary high
Was eclipsed by a case of the “blahs”
A food coma overtook
And sugar was the cause.
Her sleepy eyes longed to close
Her future was a nap
To sleep off the glucose hangover
And escape the sugar trap.
She fell asleep to the sound
Of the Sugar Train’s mighty roar
Which now became white noise to her
And she began to snore
She dreamed of lands of candy
And other treats galore
Of things made out of sugar
And of confection stores.
She woke up feeling groggy
Not knowing where she was
But heard the distant engine
And smiled just because.
She knew she’d gotten off the train
And she knew where she had been
She’d like to think she’d never return
But she knew she’d ride again.
The moral of the story
Is simple, but it’s true
The fate of this young woman
Could be the fate of you.
The chilly weather brings desire
To ride the Sugar Train
A ride so glorious
That you’ll want to ride again.
Then when holidays are over
And normal life ensues
You’ll wonder why your jeans don’t fit
And then you’ll get the blues.
So be cautious of the Sugar Train
Avoid it’s sweet entrance
Or hop on with me and enjoy the ride
And just buy bigger pants!
Gee thanks…as I sit here eating oatmeal cookie dough, with tears on my face because I miss Brent. Guess I should put the dough aside and get out my running shoes, huh??
Hey Jennifer! Of course you should be eating cookie dough when you are missing your baby boy! That’s when the Sugar Train is a “must ride”! Love you much girl. Hopefully, we can ride the train together some time soon!
What a cleaver little poem. I can just imagine you on that train! I know how you love sweets, and where you got that craving! Hope you’re having a great day.
Love ya, Mom
Thanks, mom! You are the one who gave me my first ride on “the train”! Love you so very much! Keep praying for God’s direction in the next few weeks. Very exciting and completely scary!
Great poem! Gave me a good chuckle!