Round jiggling loads of goo
Bouncing as I take a step or two
Bulging, bloated stomach ache
From brownies, cookies, pie, and cake
Buttons pop at every move
I can barely try to get my groove
Clothing cuts my circulation
Too many trips to the carving station
I’m feeling like I’m about to burst
So I better try to sit down first
My thighs, they rub and start to chafe
With desserts around I am not safe
My bra -it cuts into my back
I’m going to have to  free this rack
When  I look down and see cellulite
God save me from yet another bite
I’m eating up my aches and pains
Yes -sugar, flour, and whole grains
I’m filling holes of grief and loss
As long as it’s covered with caramel sauce.