I don't eat bread or chocolate cake
in dinners and breakfasts I do not partake
there's cherry plum pudding cooled fresh on the sill
it may as well sit there - to me it's all swill

I cannot remember the taste of dessert
when I climb out my dress my ribs creak and they hurt
I'm down three sizes to a minus 2
I need to put cotton in the sides of my shoes

I cry in my sleep for one last little bite
a glass of tap water sates my appetite
my lips have not tasted a real creme brulee
in so long my tastebuds have just withered away

my doctor and mother share the same phobia
that my skin will stretch tight and eventually tear
I suffer and diet and look like a rake
but oh! What a beautiful corpse I will make!