I want my lips on a cinnamon swirl;
I love to snack on
Comestible bites
Such as cinnamon swirls.

I've peeved at the strictures
Imposed by diet.
I feel like I'm tethered
Doc says, "Don't fry yet--
And no cinnamon swirls!

"Get slimmer--ass is
Makin' the chair bow.
Your bum, sir, surpasses
Sane weight. . .looks like dough
Of those cinnamon swirls."

He leaves me a mixture;
I run in the night.
It was triple senna;
I toss it with spite--
To the cistern it swirls.

"Pallid, fat as a cow,
You've gotta lose weight somehow.
I tell you, your glands can't
Deal with all that nasty transfat.

Yech, yech, yech. . . ."