Puts my head and tummy on a spinner,
Eat, eat, eat, seduces my now tiny tum,
It's going to be yum, yum, yum,
She croons,
Like a saucy little goon,
For she knows the key to my heart,
Is through art,
Not the inedible kind,
The one that makes my teeth grind,
This love-hate relationship with food,
Sometimes makes me brood,
On most days I rein in my tum,
But the killer gap between lunch and dinner, makes her hum,
This fight i must win,
Every single day, so that my chin,
Stays as one,
And not as a shapeless, gooey bun,
I will not go back to being a little ball,
And for that I'll put up every single wall,
Shoo and scram little tum,
Let's stay little and not listen to your crazy, crazy hum.
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