YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT

If you are what you eat, then I’m a full-fat treat

I’ve got sugar nigh on running through my veins

When it comes to food delights and all delicious bites

My appetite for these joys never wanes

Be it chocolate, or a pud or any luscious food

I’m at the front and holding out my plate

When the first course is done, I’m quickly onto the next one

There’s so much on the menu to appreciate

I’ve bad habits that is plain, I’d eat dessert before my main

I’ve a penchant for the finer things in life

Pile it all up on my plate because I really cannot wait

And I know it’s wrong but I even lick my knife

It’s not surprising to be known, for piling on a stone

When food tempts me and starts getting out of hand

And if I’m not real careful, I’ll be awful fearful

Of ending up with a gastric band

So you are what you eat and what I eat is sweet

What does that actually say about me really?

That I’m weak-willed and I’m hapless, and all dieting is hopeless

And I’d love it if I had hollow legs ideally

There’s no point to admonish, for the dishes I demolish

Of a spread, I’ll wolf down every yummy bite

I’m a piggy, I admit, no need to be a hypocrite

I'm SO not ashamed of my unhealthy appetite