Written: 8/2004

I can fix up a potion that will curb yer slightest motion
Breakfast, lunch or dinner; I can slue-up a real winner
That hardy meal - what a treat; now we both can't see our feet!
Didn't save room for desert? H*ll no, let it hurt!


Let's eat & get chubby,
together, you & I.
We'll have us a turkey dinner,
then some apple pie.
Wait; we shouldn't stuff ourselves;
let's enable some disipline!
Or we won't be a-walkin,
we be a-rollin to the gym!


Good night, good night
I put to sleep my appetite
If I should die before I wake
I'll still want that chocolate fudge cup-cake!!


OH NO! .....NOT AGAIN! .....STOP YOU RHYMING FOOL!!!!
Or I'll take your pen & paper & drop 'em in the pool!
"Do you think its getting serious,
my rhyming speech inparement?"
No, you crazed poet, I enjoy all of your embarasment.


Copyright 2005, All Rights Reserved

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