My appetite is my shepherd, I always want.
It maketh me sit down and stuff
myself.
It leadeth me to my refrigerator
repeatedly
Sometimes during the night.
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 the cookies, they
comfort me.
When the table is spread before me,
it exciteth me.
For I knoweth that I sooneth shall
dig in.
As I filleth my plate
continuously.
My clothes runneth smaller.
Surely bulges and pudgies shall
follow me
All the days of my life
And I shall be "pleasingly
plump" forever
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