Diet Demon

One day, on a sudden whim, I started a sponsored slim In an effort to get me trim And raise funds, for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown Things were going good, I was doing what I should By eating healthy food But there was one thing, which always let me down This was the evil demon drink And wine was my armours chink Straight down the kitchen sink It should have went, if truth be known Not satisfied with just one glass, I’d drink each drop, until the last Then hunger struck and I’d break my fast Guilt, the next day, would make me frown When I stepped on the scales, And saw to no avail My slimming quest had failed I felt I’d betrayed my cause and let people down This led me to proclaim This day, from wine I will abstain So pounds I’ll lose, not to regain And raise the funds for our ‘Hospice’ of much renown.