Oh I wish I had a magic wand
That I could wave with glee
It would make me nice and skinny
And I could have sugar in my tea
I wouldn't have to stop and squint
At information on the back
Of every bloody food I eat
And of every bloody pack
I would have butter on my crumpets
I'd do my chips in lard
I'd have wine with every dinner
As my arteries grew hard
I'd wear all my clothes with confidence
And eat choccy all the time
I'd have white bread in abundance
All warm and crisp - sublime
My deep fat frier would be used
Almost daily I would say
My fruitbowl would be empty
And I'd never ever weigh
Fat club would be a no no
I'd be spared the guilt and pain
Of stepping up and standing on
And told I'd had a gain
But of course I'm being fanciful
All this will never be
I need to check the fibre
The fat and calories
But all this will never happen
Not when my favourite veg are chips
I need to just behave myself
As I would really love my hips
To have some actual bones again
And I would love to find my waist
I need to eat what's good for me
And NOT because I love the taste
Of all my favourite nibbles
So it's salads now for me
No choccy, chips, and not much wine
And no sugar in my tea.
I like your sense of humor! Enjoyable poems...I'll stop by from time to time! BTW, I have an offbeat poem called "Ode to the Fry" (or "Chip") at my blog.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I also like Cornwall; visited there once when I was a kid (used to live in the UK).