Here I sit watching T.V
Couldn’t think of a better lazy strategy

My thirst begins to rumble
Stomach growling, sounds rise as it grumbles

But hey, Im not getting up its too dark
I wouldn’t, even if I heard my dog bark

I try and sum up the courage to go downstairs
But soon comes my mom with her rattling hairs

She beings to yell, and how so loud that was
She asks why I’m still upstairs and I answer just cuz

Her glaring look
It looked as if her eyes almost shook

But as those eyes turned more and more red
I finally found the strength to get off my bed

So on I go making my way down each step
I soon begin to feel the desire for a tasty crepe

I make all the way, and here i am
At the fridge I open with a bam!

Then there sits that tasty crepe
I pick it up but cannot take that next step

I set it back down, full of pride
Happy with the choice I chose to abide

I turn my cheek and there sits some healthy fruit
I don’t want to eat some, but come on its so minute

I take that first bite questioning who would want to buy it
And then I remember, sadly, that i’m on a diet.