Ooey gooey chocolate drips
From perfect melty chocolate chips
Fluffy cakes so moist and crumbly
Yes, please more, I beg so humbly
Bulging tummy sticking out
Puffy lip begins to pout
Try to pound it in my head
Must run and lift and bend instead
Muscles ache
Eyes want to cry
If this is health
I'd rather die
Or at least have apple pie.
Veggies sickly on a plate
Steaming pile of plants I hate
Everybody says to eat
But tastebuds call for something sweet!
Mother nature plays a trick
That I really think is sick
Why can't sugar be our fuel
Instead of dreary tasteless gruel?
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