Ms. Tummy.

Oh, how I love to eat,
lots of good meats and meals,
that feeds, Ms. Tummy.
Ms. Tummy, says thank you,
All the time,
Because she's getting feeds, throughout the day.
Mostly, sweet and treats,
Of her cravings, that continue to grow.
Yet, you have no saying,
And lack body control.
Because, Ms. Tummy controls your body.
With all the pleasure in your taste.
Vegetables aren't in your place,
nor grains or fruits.
Because Ms. Tummy as before,
controls your every move.
You will be stuck to find,
Nothing is good for your belly is in line for danger.
Ms. Tummy, wants more than she can handle,
Wants more as she mumbles and grumbles,
Yet, your not hungry,
She's screaming at you to feed her.
Yet, when you do.
Ms. Tummy wants more.
The more she eats, the satisfied, she gets.
Yet, your getting fatter, because of her progress.
Ms. Tummy, wants more,
As she shouts and you suffer,
The belly of a hungry mutter,
Yet, you toss and turn to give in,
To what Ms. Tummy wants again.
Defeat me or eat with me.
As she designs,
For Ms. Tummy  is trying to take over your mind.
You need control,
To gain your life back,
Because she's just going to tell you to feed her,
And you'll get fat.
You soon take control,
And she punches your gut,
With unmistakable feelings to your butt.
With gases unknown to the body,
And smells that make you, pass out.
You got mind control to shut her out,
Soon taking control again of your body,
Ms. Tummy is gone,
Now, look at your new body.