Bite me!” cooed the tart one day, all creamy, plump, and chocolate-sprayed. Its berry grin went wink-wink-wink, while sneaky calories did a twerking jig. I clutched my heart and clutched my kale, then told that tart, “You’re going stale! Your frosting’s fake, your joy is brief, one nibble and I’m full of grief!” So off I skipped to crunch a carrot, bright and loud as a marching parrot. I high-fived broccoli, bowed to beans, and left the tart to plot its schemes. Now when desserts start batting lashes, I laugh and flex my healthy lashes. Sugar’s siren? Cute but cursed, I bite life fresh, and life bites first! I created this art using ai as medium.