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[Wilyem Clark]

The donut shop! The donut shop!
All flabbies love the donut shop,
Where kiddies get their sweet injections
And dads shell out for iced confections.
The cyclists claim the energy
They'll bike away sans injury—
They have athletic immunity
To hypercaloric calamity;
But all the other sugar-heads
Are fated to pack on pounds instead,
And lose whatever svelty shape
Their genes had planned—there's no escape!
So come on down and feed your face—
Obesity is no disgrace!
Run while you can, and skip, and hop . . .
Our downfall is the donut shop.