A HOLIDAY PRAYER

    My appetite is my shepherd; I always want.
    It maketh me sit down and stuff myself.
    It leadeth me to my refrigerator repeatedly.
    It leadeth me in the path of Burger King for a Whopper.
    It destroyeth my shape.
    Yea, though I knoweth I gaineth, I will not stop eating
    For the food tasteth so good.
    The ice cream and the cookies, they comfort me.
    When the table is spread before me, it exciteth me
   For I knoweth that I sooneth shall dig in.
    As I filleth my plate continuously,
    My clothes runneth smaller.
    Surely bulges and pudgies shall follow me all the days of my life
    And I shall be "pleasingly plump" forever.