If it tastes good...
SPIT IT OUT!
The Twenty Third (Cupcake) Psalm
My doctor is my shepherd; I shall not weigh more.
He maketh me to lie down in green sweatpants;
He ordereth me to do situps. He specify-eth my goal.
He sendeth me down jogging trails of endless
length for my hearts sake.
Yea, though I stroll by the door of the bake shop, I will not enter;
my sweetrolls and crumbcake I secretly buy elsewhere.
I eatest my cupcakes in the presence of no one.
I feast on rich Twinkies and Ding - Dongs.
My cup's full of ice cream.
Surely huge hips and thunder thighs will haunt
me all the days of my life, and I will
live in a body of cellulite forever.
(Ann Luna)
My doctor is my shepherd; I shall not weigh more.
He maketh me to lie down in green sweatpants;
He ordereth me to do situps. He specify-eth my goal.
He sendeth me down jogging trails of endless
length for my hearts sake.
Yea, though I stroll by the door of the bake shop, I will not enter;
my sweetrolls and crumbcake I secretly buy elsewhere.
I eatest my cupcakes in the presence of no one.
I feast on rich Twinkies and Ding - Dongs.
My cup's full of ice cream.
Surely huge hips and thunder thighs will haunt
me all the days of my life, and I will
live in a body of cellulite forever.
(Ann Luna)