Midnight Poem

Feels like munching at 12 midnight
But my pants are already all so tight
Fight the urge with all my might
Or my waistline can really go fly kite.

Still, walking around the kitchen opening every pantry door
Knowing there's nothing much in it and wished I had bought more
Ok lah, I will just have a cup of Tea Boh
Wait, wait, wait, hooray! I found some Tim Tam wor

How, how, how, should I eat or not?
This decision really tying my brain in a knot
Haiyah, diet can start tomorrow, it never ends
Right now I eat to my heart's content.

Eh sai?