Devil’s Bite

I look at that last piece of cake on the plate I look at the scale and notice my weight I consider temptation, I know it’s not right But I go ahead and fall to the Devil’s bite I love my new pup, he’s a bundle of fun We play in the yard, and he loves to run He is my best friend, but this is my plight How can I forgive that devil’s bite? And as a teen, in the car with my girl Our first try at romance, I give it a whirl And facing my parents later that night It’s discovered I bear her devil’s bite. Why is it things that I love the most, The encounters I have of which I boast, Can turn on me quickly, a well-placed riposte And leave me a quivering, vacant, milquetoast? I now turn to a healthier, fitter lifestyle In hopes that I no longer practice guile But even though knowing it’s out of my sight I fall prey once more to the Devil’s bite.