by Devon Priess, 8th Grade
Sweets piled high all around.
I eat them all and fall to the ground.
My plump and satisfied belly is filled; I give a little hiccup.
I’m so glad I decided to eat all the sweets up.
My mother comes in and gasps in shock.
I had gotten to the junk food, past the lock.
This is the last straw she says, and to my demise
she will have me partake in exercise!
As I run down the street, puffing like a steam train,
I realize now that sweets are really lame.
In the end, you have to work off your prize
with horrible, exhausting exercise.