Where are you, my chocolate cake?
They’ve told me it’s time for your leaving
I’m craving cocoa-flavored baking now
My saddened sweet tooth started grieving

I don’t know how to fill this hole
With grilled white meats, legumes and raisins
I’m crying out for all that tastes so good
My stomach’s going through a hazing

Diet undertaking, weight loss promises
I can’t, see any toes
Scales have got to breaking, on my premises
In my parents’ abode

I shouldn’t go, to buffets
Leaving them like scenes of war

Where are you, my parmesan?
The last I saw of you was grating
Onto spaghetti carbonara, served
To myself and who I was dating

But if I choose to stop the carbs? (So I would swallow only healthy)
If I choose to focus on dairy? (And maybe eat some vegetables)
Could you make up for the things I would lack? (Could I avoid this at Thanksgiving?)
Life without pasta’s very scary (Would my life even be worth living?)

Diet undertaking, weight loss promises
I can’t, see any toes
Scales have got to breaking, on my premises
In my parents’ abode

Where are you, my bowl of fruits?
You’re all I have now for the eating