EVE OF MY SPOUSE'S DEATH

I pick, i toss,
scroll on roll,
think of that, but nothing said,
to eat it or not, really don't know,
it hounded me as i came near
and its really a humour,
when you will know 'bout her!
itsn't a big issue,but the hunger to eat,
has always pricked.
"oh! i'm addicted to you,
thou you ain't charming so,
and change the colours just like poppins do???
you ain't nothing much, just a small dragee...."
she also said!
but now, thank you...dragee,
i'm free from spending,
'cause she had sugar and you increased it,
and my good luck,
that she got a permanent house,
all covered with flowers around,
IN THE LOVING MEMORY OF....
...MY BEAUTIFUL SPOUSE!!!!

I'm not sure if I understand this poem correctly. I enjoyed the puzzle of it, though. I had to search Google to find out what a dragee was. : )

I like the way you rhymed at the end, but I also hate the word spouse. It is an ugly word referring to a beautiful thing. I have a spouse, but I would call her anything else before calling her that. Sounds like 'louse.' Sounds like something that grows on old bread. Louse spouse spores.

Is this full of dark humour, something about increasing the sugar intake of a diabetic person? I don't know.. I like this poem regardless of what it means.

Well, this poem is about a man whose wife has died as she was a habitual dragee eater that worsened her health as she was a diabetic. The poem has a dark humour telling about a husband who doesn't liked her wife as she was spendthrift and now he is also a diabetic but is confused whether to eat a dragee or not as he doen't want to die like her wife and is zealous for his life. "spouse" has been used here to convey the message that his wife wasn't a happy and beautiful thing for him as their relation may not be good.