weight watchers beware theres a giant on the stair
every pound is loaded in the footsteps
of the great hulking beast
chewing the cud of a mars bar feast.
They said the scales never lie
mine just rocket by
past the eighteenth stone
where's my girlish figure gone
So its celery for tea
And a rabbits diet for me
Until the stones turn into pounds
And my thighs dont make those sounds
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