T'was the day of the Christmas and all through the house
there was good food and good gifts for family and spouse.
But if Krampus was there, he would be using his switch
to punish the piggishness of the overindulging bitch.
The holiday tradition of cookies cakes and treats
was not handled well by the gal addicted to sweets.
So here she sits bloated with tight pants and waist,
upset with her gluttony, the display was a disgrace.
So all that is left is secured in the basement,
while hoping to find other healthy replacements.
But like a forbidden love that can't be relinquished,
the craving for chocolate is hard to extinguish.
Should she try on the jeans she can no longer wear,
or stand in the mirror totally naked and bare?
That should do it! It's impossible to deny,
the treats she is stuffing go right to the thighs.
And look at the stomach from back front and side,
the shock on her face is almost as wide!
She thought she could handle a few now and then,
but soon realized it was happening again.
Will power is necessary to reach a goal,
but that will never happen until she has control.
Chocolate consumption can't be gradually decreased,
to stop the addiction it must be totally ceased.
Damn it.