PADLOCK ON MY BISCUIT DRAWER

Day one hasn't started yet
already I feel a rumble,
it's seven weeks to Christmas
and I dream of apple crumble.

So fourteen pounds in forty days
sounds easier than before,
no abundant motivation
just a padlock on my biscuit drawer.

Halloween it comes and goes
and penny for the guy,
the devil came and took my soul
for a steak kidney pie.

So fourteen pounds in twenty days
I'll pay the sponsers back,
no office party costume
no Gucci size ten black.

My biscuit drawer it calls to me
the last day of advent,
a new years resolution looms
I'll pick the lock for lent.