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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!
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
Diet is a four lettered word
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!
jane-dale
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
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