Thin is in
Thin is in
So it seems
When you look
At a magazine
Thin as a pin
Seems to me
I cannot win
Bones so near
To the skin
Shoulders
Sticking out
Like coat hangers
Don’t know
How to begin
I feel guilty
Of a sin
Gluttony
Is akin
To the eating plan
Too much grin
And eat cake
In a spin
Put it back
In the tin
Forget
The rolling pin
Take the mirror image
On the chin
Thin is in
I cannot win
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