Oh, that pesky appetite
with eyes that light up
at the mention of mud pie
and bratwurst on The Fourth of July
Oh, that devious voice
that resides in our head
whispering that the greasy fries are fine
and that a pint of ice cream’s ok an hour before bed
Oh, that tricky saboteur
that sanctions the burger and chocolate shakes
the cookies and donuts
till the scales nearly break
Be still…you devil in disguise
Just give me a salad and hold those fries.
What You’re Saying