Lazy diabetes

I wanted sweets but was feeling lazy.

Go to the store? I’m not crazy.

When it’s this cold outdoor’s not an option,

Unless you’re an arctic fox waiting for adoption.

Hopeless, in the kitchen, rummaging around,

I found cocoa powder, fine and brown,

One bag of flour with only one hole,

A block of margarine with a really fatty soul.

Cane sugar strolling around on the shelf,

And enough water to bathe one elf.

All these ingredients went into the bowl,

So did my fist carrying its sole goal:

Stir and knead until it’s not sticky.

Might take a while or might be a quickie.

The dough will, after laboring a while,

Clean my hand, spotless with style.

That was my cue that it was done,

Like me, down the lazy diabetes M1.

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