by Sheri Fresonke Harper

Created on: April 11, 2009

Bottle of water in hand,

sweats bagging at knees,

three sizes large,

to let heat trim me down.

.

Crunching a carrot

oh, tastes so good, almost as good

as my nacho cheese chips

but sigh, no dip.

.

Hungry thoughts make me drool,

I want to eat spinach, I want to be good,

but the thought of an ice cream

will defeat my plan to look cool.

.

When I get thin, I'll look so good

I'll bare my belly and waggle my hips,

I need to attract attention,

I need to be loved, so wow,

this celery sure tastes good.

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