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.
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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