| For those who enjoy eating but fight the bulge, and following the limited syllable form as in my first lines, add something that will show the feverish resistance while talking about your favorite foods. Use metaphors and show your flair!
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| Is that 800 or 900 calories I am at?
Counting calories is really whacked! | |
| Put the blindfold on my eyes
in front of fruit and apple pies Hold me back from all that stuffs with chocolate and creamy puffs | |
| Let me at all the lucious food,
it all tastes so good. Who wants the healthy things they have, I'm sick of being good, I want to be bad. | |
| Some say,counting points is the way to go,
Not for me I enjoy being called a fatso. | |
| Sod the hourglass-thin brigade,
bring me cakes and lemonade sugar candy, fizz synthetic stuff me till I'm diabetic! | |
| Ice cream, cakes, cookies and pie
So much tastier than bean sprouts on rye | |
| bring me food with lots of heart in
beans and fruit pie a la mode never mind the constant fartin' pile it in till I explode | |
| Oh, should I even dare to dream?
Your body covered in whipped cream, or things that seem to taste so nice, like maybe scoops of lemon ice? | |
| Gosh, I never dreamed I'd say
something's always good to eat when the wrap says 'Frito-Lay' a fleeting thrill to such defeat | |
| Leave Me In My Chocolate Room
I Eat And Eat I Wont Boom My Bum Supports To Much This Ice Cream Needs A Second Touch | |
| I'sd cover you in custard, cream,
jello too, in all directions. lay you down, my fancy's queen and trifle then with your affections! |

