She Prayed everyday in the Gym
That she would stay healthy and Thin
But when she walked out the Door
She was just as plump as Before
That very next Day
In the church she did Pray
Her hands close Together
That she would be as light as a Feather
But all that praying didn't seem to Work?
And she really really wanted to fit in that Skirt
So she went to the Taylor, and put a few stitches In
Surely God wouldn't mind, or do you think this was a Sin?
Lol! She's a clever girl. That's what I always advise my mum to do whenever she plans to go on a diet. Warmly, Jula
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Very nice, Dave! It's a good idea to get rid of a problem! ; -) Regards Purple Rose