Slacks.
6-packs.
Lax.
Jax in slacks.
Relax with six-packs.
Jax’s slacks get too tight.
Time for Jax to face facts.
Time for Jax to try to diet.
Jax in slacks.
Diets and tracks.
Eat less foodstuff cooked in grease.
Portion sizes must decrease.
No one wants wants to live obese.
Jax in slacks
Still are tighter.
Jax has had to pay the piper.
Needs to be a brighter dieter.
Workouts need to be more hyper.
Weigh-in puts him 2 lbs. lighter.
Jax makes pacts
To eat more low-fat.
Got a salad that he’ll pick at.
Bad habits, yeah you gotta kick that.
Time to not be such a thick brat.
Jax in slacks
That’re getting looser.
Drinking juice juiced from a juicer.
Plans to make no more excuse, sir.
Jax is mighty sweat-inducer.
But pretty piss-poor Dr. Seuss-er.
THE DAILY SCALEY
No, that's not a note card with my weight printed
out on it; it was birthday weekend... DON'T JUDGE ME!
out on it; it was birthday weekend... DON'T JUDGE ME!
LOVE LOVE LOVE.
ReplyDeletenow, should I tattoo it on my other leg?
Happy B-Day!
ReplyDelete:D Happy Birthday, Jack! No judging here! Enjoy your day, you've been blessed with a wonderful, yet, somewhat kooky mind, and a "great" sense of humor! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Mr. Sh*t! You enjoy that beer/margarita combo there while we enjoy your Seussian rhymes.
ReplyDeleteAll dieting n no play would make jack a DULL boy!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThose who eat fudge don't judge. Happy Birthday!!!
ReplyDeleteNice one, Dr. Sh*t Gettin' Fit.
ReplyDeleteBirthday weekends are free passes. No calories. It's your body's birthday present to itself :)
ReplyDeleteOf course, that means you have to work harder the following week, but whatever.