To Eat or Not To Eat Food holds me by the throat While others seem to gloat. There are all kinds of good things That holds me by a string. The refrigerator needs a lock To keep me out of stock. There is an awful urge, And I again will indulge. The pounds begin to show As the buns begin to grow. I feel like a big fool With a fork for a tool. The little thin lady over there Seems to never have to care. While my diet never works No matter how much I go to church. The food looks so good to eat I just want another little treat. Can't you see I have failed I am in a big old jail. The pains in my middle section will not say, "Food rejection." My mind is playing games I hardly know my name. When the food is sitting there My mind is in such despair. What can I eat ~ What little treat?
Poem by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Background designed by: Lena Ayer Kittrell Midi "Jazzing" by: Lena Ayer Kittrell
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