When I think of the lollies I licked,
And the liquorice all sorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
(a) Why does the poet feel her conscience horribly pricked?
(b) What is responsible for the poet's present state of pain, suffering and guilt feelings?
(c) Which word in the extract means the same as ‘troubled'?