Note to self: Cake? Chocolate? Resist!Resist!Your glucose level, a warning bell.The sugar highs, the crashing lows.
But what of pretty candy girls?In Dhaka city known to roam and sweet wares they do sell.You their prey, a perfect choice -- bewitched by charm, a tender heart.You falter and they cast their spell.The flashing lights go dim.And so you say, What harm, just one or two... or six …?
Soon foil wrappers littered near....
I have lived to tell the tale.But barely still.So heed my warning, fellow traveler:The candy girls!The candy girls!