Jesus and those baby back rips, a health poem (340/365)

God forgives
The baby back ribs
I tried to explain to trainer
As well as the cake
And the oversized shake
But he wasn’t understanding
That buffet lines
Can over power minds
That are two weak
To handle no-nos
Given the choice of carrots and ho-hos
Demons testing me
I try and repent
Making promises to cut back for lent
And finally my trainer looks at me
“Jesus forgives
But the scale ain’t forgotten
Those baby back ribs”

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