... One begat two begat three which begat more and more: ....
Image (c) 2009, Karla Dorman
... knew better than to open the bag: no.
Actually, shouldn't have bought them at
all, these, my undoing. Tempted to eat
one, but we both know it can't be done:
they say you can't eat just one. T r u t h!
One begat two begat three which begat
more and more: ate over half. Cannot
blame the chips: it was my hand feeding
them to eager mouth saying, 'Yes, O yes!'
when it should have been saying, 'No, no,
a thousand times, no!' NO wonder I'm fat
---- Father, forgive me, for I have sinned:
it's been far too damn long since my last
confession: you can see it on my hips ....
This is so cute, Karla, and at the same time, so many can relate to it. This entertaining poem begat a whole lot of entertaining comments, so the benefits were abundant.
Love ya,
Connie
Oh, do I know only too well what you have written... but like the time I smoked some weed, (inhaled to) I had to learn that crunchy, cheesy, crispy bad stuff... crap, now I've got to go buy a bag of Cheetos.
OH yeah, probs with food. Especially chips. Call them 'No-No's.' LOL!
As for the picture: yes, taken at Burleson High School's locker room. We were taking part in a disaster drill; simulating two tornadoes hitting the school. It was 105 degrees out that day: HOT! But we (Karen and I) were lucky: we were victims inside, while others were victims OUTside. Air conditioned comfort! LOL
Thanks to all who've read my silly words, and especially to those who commented. =] Love you all!
So you have problems with food to, eh?
Enjoyed the piece, it was funny.
I see you're pictured in a football locker room. High school? Have some relation on the team? Good job.
Hi Karla, this is sweetly funny. I wish i never knew chips but my mouth seemed to have a strongly bonded love affair with it and it shows on my hips too! (SMILES)
LOL Karla Ican relate, chips and Mountain Dew and M7M's LOL, but I buy I usually end up sharing with Jen so maybe its not so bad LOL
In Christs Love
Michelle~
I'm guilty, too: the sodas are my undoing! LOL Those chips'll get ya every time! LOL Too funny, Karla, and I am sure He will forgive you! :) Well done; enjoyed this one!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin (and fellow member of the Butterball Club), Karen Lynn. :D LOL
Oh Karla- what a hoot.
We're past the holidays and all that awful goodness, but chips...yes.
They're still around...tempting us.
Hail Mary full of grace-
Get these chips out of my face.
Mercy,
John
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on January 19, 2010
If you put me in front of a bag of Doritos, the same thing happens. I must confess:-)
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hahaha
Love ya,
Connie
Cheers,
Dan
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
Georg
Sounds like this could be the makings of a Song!
OH yeah, probs with food. Especially chips. Call them 'No-No's.' LOL!
As for the picture: yes, taken at Burleson High School's locker room. We were taking part in a disaster drill; simulating two tornadoes hitting the school. It was 105 degrees out that day: HOT! But we (Karen and I) were lucky: we were victims inside, while others were victims OUTside. Air conditioned comfort! LOL
Thanks to all who've read my silly words, and especially to those who commented. =] Love you all!
~Karla.
Enjoyed the piece, it was funny.
I see you're pictured in a football locker room. High school? Have some relation on the team? Good job.
Biblical in scope and passion, I love the approach and the self-effacement only the wise know how to handle and deliver.
John
Blessings to you, my friend.
Love, Sheri
In Christs Love
Michelle~
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin (and fellow member of the Butterball Club), Karen Lynn. :D LOL
With Love,
Cindy
We're past the holidays and all that awful goodness, but chips...yes.
They're still around...tempting us.
Hail Mary full of grace-
Get these chips out of my face.
Mercy,
John