The Enemy Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I think that I shall never see
A really friendly calorie
Instead I see a sneaky rat
That shrinks my clothes and makes me fat

In every tasty morsel found
Are calories that make me round
I swear they enter through the scent
Of sweets. I try to circumvent

The swift results of my regress
By purchasing a larger dress
That hides my bulges and my frame
But calories, you are to blame!

Since nothing worn can really hide
Those pounds I've gained, For deep inside
sneaky calories that bulge
My frame each time that I indulge.

If I could wish this fat away
I'd do it in a wink.
It's such a bore that I should weigh
Enough now that I'd sink

A rowboat should I try to climb
Into it on a lake.
Down it would go with me inside.
I'd drown for goodness sake.