I overfed myself today, I feel laik a balloon.

I must learn to control my love of food,

I’d eat anything in front of me even if I wasn’t in the mood.

Perhaps I shud stop being such a good cook,

Or ordering takeaways so often that my insides turn to muck.

As the day progresses I start to balloon.

Some day I’ll expand till my belly bounces off the moon.

I couldn’t tell you if I’d even stop at that stage,

Since my lover is also on the same page.

He eats for five, I eat for four,

And then we whip out the vouchers to order some more…