Habit Killer Talks
Mood swings I expect you to beat
You can by beating a retreat.
Same psychotherapists treat
And you'll be back on firmer feet...
Next, you've got a food habit
I wish to talk about a bit,
Trusting that you can quite beat it:
These days you eat a lot of wheat
Standing up, "Thanks" to offered seats!
Some keep watching and grows the heat:
The throat sounds are worse than bleat...
As one drops bad habits turns white sheet,
Proud to have performed a big feat.
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