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Ode To Spicy Nacho Doritos


An Ode to Spicy Nacho Doritos

Oh lovely spice;
Oh crunchy bite;
I love you so all day and night;

When I open the bag,
Crispy chips inside;
Healthy ‘cause they’re baked not fried… J

I know I’m in love;
I cannot lie;
As I pull out the first chip;
I’m so happy I could cry;

But now I must say a farewell fond;
Because I’m so big I’ll drain a pond;
Lose weight I must;
(But with any luck I’ll keep my bust;)

I will think of you often;
And, dream of your crunch;
Biggest Loser I’ll be (not the real one on t.v. in case you have actually read this far…);
Carrot sticks I’ll munch;

Don’t look for me in the snack aisle no more;
‘Cause now when I’m in the store;
I’ll be choosing healthy stuff;
My new weight loss program ain’t no bluff;

Though I’ll ne’er peer again;
Into the Family Sized Doritos bag;
I’ll look forward to losing my dreadful sag;
And become a beautiful hag!

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Location: Colorado Springs, CO, USA

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