And rises at ten to break his fast;
His eyes dart now from floor to fan,
And yet he is no mortal man.
His eyes are orbs of misty blue,
His smile, though rare is sweet and true;
His lips hide two fearsome fangs
And from his back a long tail hangs.
He preys on maidens, young and sweet
On matrons shapely and petite,
On socialites both fat and slim,
On athletes fresh back from the gym.
He tempts them to his secret place
And offers, nay, stuffs in every face
A sweetmeat or a chocolate cake
And makes them eat 'til their stomachs ache.
The Diet Devil! ladies scream
Then fall upon the cakes of cream,
Temptation calls, they all given in
And lose resolve to remain thin.
Who can fight this mighty foe?
And save them before their stomachs grow?
For this devil they must defeat
In order to remain petite.