Twas the night before the diet, when all through the house
not a person was cooking, not even ordering out…
The lunches were packed sitting in the fridge with care
In hopes that shrinking jeans would soon be near.
Crooked Eyebrow was nestled with her laptop on the couch with care
While visions of ice cream and brownies danced in her head.
in her XXL shirt and fat pants
she had just settled in for a dieting plan.
When out of the kitchen arose a sweet smell
she sprang up to see what was going so well.
Away from the cookies she went out in a flash
and to the cabinet there was a big bash
tonight it will only be water in a glass
for no longer does Crooked Eyebrow want to have a big ass.
*jotted down on the eve of our launch*
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