Only 3 servigns a day,
And watch all that pudge melt away.
An exercise plan you must follow,
And a book to tell what you should swallow.
A measuring tape and a scale
To prove your the size of a whale.
A bill as huge as your thighs,
And a check just to bounce off your cries.
A haircut to hide extra grings,
But some surgery to add extra grins.
Get a young man to throw out the telly,
Add a tredmill and machines to lose belly.
Haven't done it, so why read it again?
Hasn't changed since you wrote it in year 10!
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I would like to translate this poem
good one, brooke. it's great. love your poems 'cause the last line is like the punchline - it hits you like something funny. ok you get the idea. :) .jeSs..