I ought to diet, I'm a little fat,
I haven't got much time for that,
Most diets are just not to my taste,
However much I miss my waist,
The powdered ones , you blend to make,
But I like food, along with my shake,
The gimmick ones, the new 'must haves'
Soon disappear for the next new fad,
I love my food, I live to eat,
Quite healthy too, I ought not bleat,
Home cooked supper,every night,
Organic stuff, it tastes just right,
Butter though, not margarine,
That foul stuff, it tastes obscene,
I work hard by day, so starve or binge,
So I mustn't really start to whinge,
It's quantity I think the cause,
Each meal I eat it could feed four,
They say eat less and work out more,
What a ****** awful bore,
Never been one for the gym,
All that straining, looking grim,
Joggers running, along the road,
So red, I think they will explode,
The answers clear, if all that, I cannot hack,
Bring the renaissance shape in women, back!