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.