A slightly guilty poem:
“Oh I don’t know,
I look at my flabby bits and I know they have to go,
Or at least diminish.
I don’t want to be in a magazine
With the world’s largest backside.
I’ve been dieting since January
And it’s now not so wide.
So why, oh why
Have I just had some chocolate?
Because it made me feel calmer
But now I feel like I should scold.
“A little of what you fancy does you good”
I’ve been told.
I didn’t have it all, I had three bits out of six.
I can still taste the chocolate, I’ve had my “fix”.
That chocolate was meant to be had on my birthday,
Get over it J, tomorrow is a new day.