My Weakness...

Is these beautiful cupcakes sold where I work.

And here is a poem I wrote about them:

Baby Cakes

When I see them
My stomach starts to churn
So big, so sweet, so moist
I want them so badly
I have no choice
At work when I don't hear a voice
I gobble them down and
500 calories later
I'm dead as a snail
On the ground