I looked upon your wasting self,
And I admit I was stunned,
You are rapidly disappearing,
Stop or ye shall be shunned.
For, if you keep going onwards,
Along your charted course,
People will not talk to you,
It's be like chatting with a corpse ;).
You're like that poor unfortunate,
A new age type of sinner,
Who hit the old gypsy lady,
in Stephen King's "Thinner".
Or perhaps you've read Alice in Wonderland,
And like that strange meal,
The more you eat the hungirier you get,
You weight it starts to steal.
Or perhaps you have a tapeworm,
Laying in your intestine,
I wish I had one for a month or so,
That would do just fine.
For you have inspired me Lerk,
To lose my excess pounds,
However, I could not emulate your sucess,
You're ahead of me by bounds.
So, congratulations on your loss,
It sounds sorta strange,
No doubt you'll soon be a supermodel,
I'll see what I can arrange.
Just one last thing before I end,
A complimet of sorts from me,
By your picture it seems to all,
You're half the man you used to be! 

Fantastic job, Lerk.

Cheers from the Land of Oz