Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!
I’m always on a diet;
And “thungry” when I’m thirsty too.
My stomach’s never quiet.

It’s screaming for spaghetti.
I could eat it by the yard
With lots of locatelli.
(I’m DYING for some carbs!)

But I’m just digesting green stuff
With balsamic vinaigrette.
I’d rather have some Rocky Road
Or a scrumptious Crepe Suzette.

A piece of pizza would be nice
Or a sour creamed potato;
But all I eat is plain brown rice
Or a tuna fished tomato.

To get chummy with fried chicken
Would tantalize my lips;
But then a few days later
It’s hugging my poor hips.

So I won’t go off my diet
Though it truly is a pain.
No, I won’t indulge. It makes me bulge.
Thank goodness I’m so vain.

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