There were worms in the Lychee. As I await the impending doom, I pen down an inspirational poem.
My quest to become healthier is being met with minor road blocks. Little distractions that nudge me into the path of doom. I resist. At 1 am , I went for the Lychee, instead of the chocolate fudge cookies and the tea cake. I beat the sugar, artificial sugar I mean. But all was in vain, for when I opened the thy prickly bosom (too sexual. lets tone it down), out came a can of worms (poetic prowess right there). They jumped in glee, thinking its another host, but I cut one in half with a mere Lychee branch. I disintegrated my enemy. I screamed. I looked at the cookies again. Alas! it was 2 am. Papa don’t eat snacks after 10 pm, unless its from nature’s lap. That’s the rule now. I want to live. So I looked up at the sky (I was in my apartment, but you get the intent) and prayed. I prayed to the midlife crisis demon. No one answered. Abrupt ending. Pure class.