The year’s begun, the bloat-fest gone,
I’m trying to be good.
So bored of soup and vegetables,
Bring back the chocolate pud!
I must be strong and carry on,
I know it will be worth it.
But still I wish for a magic wand,
To make my figure perfect.
Though perfect’s such a tricky word,
It comes with stress and pressure.
What is perfect anyway?
Happiness is my measure!