The time has come
To bid you adieu,
For we now must part,
My sweet 22
In good times and bad,
you've helped get me through,
When the hunger would strike
There was sweet 22.
I'd feel a deep ache
and my tummy would growl,
Standing at the fridge
you'd let me prowl.
Hmmm...Popcorn & fruit,
or a low cal snack,
You would be there,
For my late night attack.
Growing closer and closer
to my awaited goal,
I have to be better,
And stop stuffing my pie-hole.
So, dearest point 22
I've finally got wise,
For I'm on this trip
to lose these fat thighs!
Hope you enjoyed!
See ya lighter.
Luzanne
love, love, love the poem!!!
ReplyDeletethe boyfriend lost 2 points last night... i swear, i thought hell broke lose the way he started freaking out!!
i told him to wait and see how it feels when he only gets 23! he currently gets 32!
Awesome poem!! You really have a talent for rhyming!! Yay for 21 points now!! =)
ReplyDeletehahahaha--that's fantastic :)
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