Lit: An Ode To My Bread Pudding
Twas the day after Christmas
and my jeans? They FIT fit.
I ain't even tripping,
because ALL the food was LIT!
I'm not mad at the scale.
Nope. Not one little bit.
People ask,
"Whatchu get for Christmas?"
I say "just Junk".
They're all completely shocked,
because my answer is
"just so crass!"
I laugh to myself, because
bless their judging hearts,
they have no idea, that
I'm talking about this a$$.
So..., in my mind,
I drop it AND I pop it,
and perform a whole
Burlesque skit,
and all this ceremony,
Is because
my Bread Pudding was LIT!
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