The Traitor Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I think that I shall never see
A really friendly calorie

And though my hungry mouth is prest
Up to that Twinkie’s honeyed breast

Why should I suffer so
Watching my body grow and grow

I see this sneaky little rat
That shrinks my clothes and makes me fat

In every tasty morsel found
Are calories that make me round

I swear they enter through the scent
Of food. I try to circumvent

The swift results of my regress
By purchasing a larger dress

That hides protrusions on my frame
But calories, you are to blame!

Since nothing worn can really hide
Those pounds I've gained, For deep inside

Are stealthy calories that bulge
My frame each time that I indulge.

Upon my bosom crumbs have lain;
Although I try so to abstain

Poems are made by fools like me
But I can’t beat the calorie