Oh God, I know I feel it coming!
Pants bust loose and stomach bulging
over Jeans- they’re way too tight
to hide a waist that wins the fight

and spills out, fat before the world,
proclaiming pound cake and cheese curls.
I say that this is THE last straw.
I’ll build a bod’ without a flaw.

No more cupcakes or double fudge bars.
Out with chips and cookie jars.
I’ll shun the tempting tastes of sweets,
cherry cheesecake and other treats.

Starting NOW, I refuse to eat
that luscious junk, vow not to cheat.
NO, not one crumb will touch my lips,
NO, not one eensy Hershey’s kiss!

I’ll do it now, there is no doubt,
I’ve got the strength, the will, the clout
to firmly check that greedy finger
that reaches for a crème-filled Zinger.

No problem now, I’ll just be strong.
Skip those treats and I won’t go wrong.
For tons of Twinkies will enlarge my girth,
But,
Surely now…
Just one
won’t hurt?