A Dieter's Psalm
Strict is my diet. I must not want.
It maketh me to lie down at night hungry.
It leadeth me past the confectioners.
It trieth my willpower.
It leadeth me in the paths of alteration for my figure's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the aisles of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet rolls for they are fattening.
The cakes and the pies, they tempt me.
Before me is a table set with green beans and lettuce.
I filleth my stomach with liquids, My day's quota runneth over.
Surely calorie and weight charts will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the fear of scales forever.
© Copyright 1999 The Rising Stars Team
A Dieter's Psalm
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