A Twizzler diet started years ago,
I knew then it should’ve been “No!”
But it was creamy chocolate and fat
That a choice was made to eat like that.
Then one day it was found
The twizzler habit was hanging around,
What to do didn’t come easy
Do I go back to something greasy?
It wasn’t just the fat you see,
That’d become important to me.
I loved the sweet, waxsey taste
That never made a string to waste.
Strawberry, watermelon I don’t care,
Give me a Twizzler with none to spare,
As my tongue touch each luscious strand,
I shake my head and wave my hand,
“Go away, go away you testy sizzlers,
I’ll never give-up my strawberry twizzlers!”