Born To Be Beautiful - Poem by Christina Sunrise
Laugh, laugh all you want,
I will have this last croissant.
I will stuff my beautiful face,
with chicken and fries and enjoy the taste.
I won’t diet or do my exercise plan,
I would rather eat potato chips and spam.
See beautiful runs in my family tree,
so hand me a double-stack hamburger please.
I will get on my knees and scream.
If I do, I might not get up,
then all my fat will be stuck,
under my big voluptuous butt.
Tony Robbins plan might not work,
I will keep my weight in the lurk,
and keep away all the jerks,
by sitting on them till it hurts.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.15,2011
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