Bertha

She doesn't speak she just creeps.
Attentive at what she wants whether its fried chicken or your typical ice cream taught.
We all have one of her inside of us.
She's our inner fat girl, kinda like the candy craving child in us.
She's our Bertha, the sugar rush Queen and our friend the food tempter.
No she doesn't fuss when she can't get what she'd like: mash potatoes, candied yams, Mikes & Ikes.
She finds another outlet be it cake, cadbury chocolate, or that pic of strawberry ice cream.
We always find ways to spoil her when the time is right.
Be it on a day off or your typical friday night.
We forget about the consequences that her cravings cause us, til our zipper is about to bust.
So what triggers a "Bertha appearance"?
It's when your guard is down, & your frown is turned upside down & your tummy makes that grumbling sound.
A wonderful scent of fried chicken, beef with broccoli, or just the sight of fudge brownies & smothered cheese cake.
Either of these will send her running.
If she doesn't don't worry she'll appear.
On a day your having that bland salad & the scent of cheddar biscuits is in the air.
But don't worry its all up to you to keep her under control.
Until she smells that Dominoes Pasta Bowl...♥