An aspiring Aphrodite
Decided on a whim
To curb her appetite-y
To make her sleek and slim
Alas it didn’t work too well
Her corpulence remained
She couldn’t lose her tummies’ swell
Her waistline never waned
When her Aphrodite aspiration
Did not come to pass
She lost her motivation
To lose her hefty ass
Then happily she realized
Becoming more astute
Beauty is not set by size
So her dieting was moot
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