Reasons (in sonnet form) why I am not a supermodel
I love a Minstrel cool upon my palm.
I love a Cadburys button on my tongue.
I find it hard to stop - you have such charm
Before I know it, I've had twenty-one.
I want you to myself. I do not share.
I'll eat you 'till my little belly's bulgin'
(though when I do, you'll be the reason why).