Dollar Menu Temptation Sonnet
My heart does bid me hence but I must not.
For when temptation such desires come do,
Of payment I canst hardly see to ought
The strength of man for self of me hold true.
For lo, could I then be persuaded thus,
As Satan’s apple was to mother Eve?
To give of my farthing creates a fuss,
Upon my face my senses do take leave.
Enticements by the smell I shan’t give in.
Hold strong the way of inner carnal lust
Or gravitate toward human’s deadly sin,
Where veins of life will then be turned to dust.
Confess must I as angels stand to see,
Alas, Wendy’s frosty was ate by me.
