My appetite is my shepherd, I shall always want
It maketh me to sit down and stuff myself.
It leadeth me to my refrigerator repeatedly.
It leadeth me in the path of Burger King for a Whopper.
It destroyeth my shape.
Yea, though I knoweth I gaineth, I will not stop eating.
For the food tasteth so good.
The ice cream and cookies, they comfort me.
When the table is spread before me, it execiteth me.
For I knoweth that soon I shall dig in.
As I filleth my plate continuously, my clothes runneth smaller
Surely, bulges and excess weight shall follow me all the days of my life.
And I will be fat forever.
This is a poem GREATMA had in her recipe file.