I think that I shall never see <br />A really friendly calorie <br /> <br />And though my hungry mouth is prest <br />Up to that Twinkie’s honeyed breast <br /> <br />Why should I suffer so <br />Watching my body grow and grow <br /> <br />I see this sneaky little rat <br />That shrinks my clothes and makes me fat <br /> <br />In every tasty morsel found <br />Are calories that make me round <br /> <br />I swear they enter through the scent <br />Of food. I try to circumvent <br /> <br />The swift results of my regress <br />By purchasing a larger dress <br /> <br />That hides protrusions on my frame <br />But calories, you are to blame! <br /> <br />Since nothing worn can really hide <br />Those pounds I've gained, For deep inside <br /> <br />Are stealthy calories that bulge <br />My frame each time that I indulge. <br /> <br />Upon my bosom crumbs have lain; <br />Although I try so to abstain <br /> <br />Poems are made by fools like me <br />But I can’t beat the calorie<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-traitor-6/
