Sweeties in the Bin!

You are so fat, you are not thin
So chuck those sweeties in the bin,
Surely not a waste of time,
This will decrease your waist in time!
Your skin will glow and muscles bulge,
Just for a moment, don't indulge,
Your voracious hunger every night,
Your record-breaking appetite..
"I hit the treadmill twice a day!"
I hear your fat-pursed lips convey,
But this alone will not suffice,
To offset your 10 bowl of rice.
To satiate a beast as you,
Who grew and grew and grew and grew,
Until their seams split at the back,
Needs a special kind of knack...
A ton of cheese, a ton of ham,
A ton of lard, a ton of lamb,
Mix it up with apple custard,
Garnish thickly with brown mustard,
Load it up into a truck,
Gaze intently at the muck,
Lie beneath the pouring spout,
"Fire away", you then must shout.
These habits though, they must change soon,
Lest you become a large balloon,
Filled with porridge, guts and bread,
Disabled and confined in bed,
Let my poem serve as a warning,
When you feast yourself each morning,
If ever you're to be so thin,
Chuck those sweeties in the bin!