Big Red Float

I had done so well

My reasoning valid

I gave up tacos

For a plain old salad

The ruffage was needed

My body would thank me

I was well on my way

To feeling so skinny

I swallowed my water

Eight glasses my quota

No more carbonation

No more evil soda

And then came my dad

Bounding into the kitchen

And wait 'till you hear

Just what he did mention
"How would y'all like

A Big Red Float?!"

I could instantly feel

The onslaught of bloat

But this was no time

To dismiss his request

For that would be rude

And I was their guest

While sipping my drink

As if I were three

I wished my parents

A Happy 42nd Anniversary!