I lay face down on the cold hard floor
Feeling hunger like never before.
Crumpled up in a ball, I might just die.
For all I want is some deep-fat-fry!
And though my small steak wasn’t all that tough
those vegetables are just not enough.
It’s my cravings at night that do me in.
All I can think of is that candy tin.
But that damn scale doesn’t lie a bit
And it’s not easy at all to get fit.
I block the thoughts that keep me in wanting.
I turn away from the candy taunting
And take a bite, a nibble or two
of that orange carrot, through and through.
Crunchy, sweet, but not like chocolate.
Someone laughs, I tell them to sock it!
I could go on about my stomach rot.
But I surely shall not, no I will not.
I’m one of millions of indulgent eaters
Dreaming of ways to become diet cheaters.
On that note, I bid you adieu.
Eat some deep-fat-fry in my lieu!