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