The Twenty-Third Pound

My appetite is my shepherd, I shall not want.

It maketh me to sit down and stuff myself.

It leadeth me in the path of Burger King for a Whopper.

It destroyeth my shape. yea, though I knoweth I gaineth, I will not stop eating for the food tasteth so good.

The ice cream and cookies, they comfort me.

When the table is spread before me, it exciteth me, for I knoweth that soon I shall dig in.

As I fillith my plate continuously my clothes runneth smaller.

Surely, bulges and excess weigth shall follow me all the days of my life

And I will be fat forever.

Thanks, Robin in Redlands






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