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Diets

Diets sure are strange thing,
as far as I can tell.
You eat some healthy crap,
in hopes of feeling well.

It's not as bad as I thought,
since I'm a big eater.
'Though, I prefer egg yolk
over an egg beater.

The diet is working;
Please, please, don't get me wrong.
It's the goal weight timeframe
that seems so very long.

Soon enough, I'll be fit
at some healthy new weight.
Then perhaps I can eat
fatty things, I can't wait!

©2004 Tom Ortega II