Monday, December 29, 2008
Strict is my diet, I must not want
It maketh me to lie down at night hungry.
It leadeth me past the confectioners.
It trieth my willpower.
It leadeth me in the parts of starvation for my figure's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the aisle of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet rolls, for they are fattening,
The cakes and the pies,they tempt me.
Before me is a table set with green beans and lettuce.
I fillith my stomach with water.
My day's quota runneth over.
Surely calories and weight charts will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the fear of scales forever.