Raided the fridge in the dead of night/

Traced out the donut buried/

Deep in the freezer amidst frozen things /

Slurped and a heavenly lick it was /

"Surely you will die" yelled dragon lady/

yellow as I was I slunk away /

Yielding  never like Robert Bruce/

Early morn at three the final triumph/

Half a liter of ice cream in my hands/

Smiling my nemesis appeared/

Dear, have it to heart's content, HbA1C is clear.

© Gopalakrishnan Prakash