Ode to Loosing the Battle of the Bulge and Dieting by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

As down toward my feet I gaze,
my vision blocked by a bulging maze,
I’m reminded in most significant ways,
I’ve eaten too much,for too many days.

Oh what to do is my fervent cry, 
shall I give up goodies like cakes and pie,
how many calories does a mouthful make,
if I just give up the vanilla shake?
Obesity, is my doctors call,
but I checked the chart, 
hanging on his wall,
it says at my weight
I really should be,
fifteen feet tall
not five foot three.

so to all who eat,
there is a lesson to learn,
the more calories in,
the more there’s to burn,
and if you don’t burn them
you’ll be covered by fat,
you’ll resemble hungry hippo
and that will be that.