Baked Temptations: Bread Poem

Child Support

I smell like bread, apparently,
Or maybe toast that goes with tea.
Don't be afraid to take a bite,
But if you do, I'll take your night.

The pleasing smell is not for me,
It's here for men's virginity.
Because I know that men like snacks,
I become like food for my attacks.

The succubus has cunning tricks,
But It's all for naught
If she doesn't get dick.
The smell is a hook that takes you in,
But beware the mind that thinks of sin.

For following scents
Of bread and cheese,
Some men get surprise pregnancies.

So if your woman
Smells like gluten,
It's probably
A demon's doing.

The men drawn in
By the temptation,
Will be subject
To condemnation.

For what to better mark a fool
Than paying child support
Because of a succubus' tool.