Born To Be Beautiful

Laugh, laugh all you want,

I will have this last croissant.

I will stuff my beautiful face,

with chicken and fries and enjoy the taste.

I won’t diet or do my exercise plan,

I would rather eat potato chips and spam.

See beautiful runs in my family tree,

so hand me a double-stack hamburger please.

I will get on my knees and scream.

If I do, I might not get up,

then all my fat will be stuck,

under my big voluptuous butt.

Tony Robbins plan might not work,

I will keep my weight in the lurk,

and keep away all the jerks,

by sitting on them till it hurts.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.15,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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