Have you ever danced with food?
It’s not that hard, all you need is a tune.
Play your throat just like a fiddle.
Meals emerge up, just a little.
Crank the melody into high gear.
I sing so loud I shed a tear.
The harder I sing the better the dance.
Up it goes.

Have you ever danced with food?
All you do is lead; it follows you.
Sing that song. Pour it out.
A ballet of colors leaves your mouth.
I feel the song approaches it’s end.
Bid thee farewell great dance my friend.
Bow down or curtsy whatever you choose.
Just let it know you liked it’s moves.

Now it’s gone. You’ll dance no-more.
It used you for the night, you were food’s whore.
Used and ditched just like that.
It’s no wonder you are fat.
Loneliness and depression settles in.
Until your next meal say’s “Let’s dance my friend.”