Pick and Mix

The devil on my shoulder,

likes crisps and sweets and treats,

she quite likes biscuits too, as much as she can eat.

The angel on my shoulder

shakes her head in great dismay,

she knows the devils greedy and is hard to chase away.

So she offers a solution,

a choice of two boxes I could take

and tells me that the first one a healthy life will make.

The second box she says

is filled with something else,

diabetes, heart disease, deteriorating health

Then the angel on my shoulder

asks which box would I choose?

I say the answers easy, ‘a healthy life’ I cannot lose.

So she gifts me with the box

and I take a look inside,

it’s filled with fruits and vegetables of every shape and size.

But the devil is not happy

and lifts up the other box,

tips it upside down and it’s contents out she knocks.

And all of my favourite treats

spill out upon the floor,

chocolates, liquorice allsorts, Pringles and lots more.

Then the devil on my shoulder

starts laughing greedily,

and I look at the angel and the angel looks at me.

Quick as a flash my angel

pushes the devil in the box

and I swiftly close the lid, then we both sit on the top.

And I tell the angel on my shoulder

what my mother used to say,

‘a little of what you fancy, will help you on your way.’

And together we both laugh,

then I offer her a Twix

but she’s already tucking in, to a bag of Pick and Mix.