Eat To Live Not Live To Eat

We all want to have the perfect shape, the media Are at fault, they use the young as their tool, Making some gents and ladies look like a fool, Whether young and feisty or facetious and bold, Or middle aged with a tummy that can’t help but fold, Maybe trendy, adventurous, getting a little old The mirror in horror tells us, we need to diet a lot, Or join the army of the overweight and be forgot. There are there those that take notice of the media And those who don’t, and those that don’t have to care, They look good all the time whatever they wear. Then on the next advertisement on the highway, A Wimpy advert as large as life, Two waffles for the price of one, syrup, loads of cream, Some do resist, but for many of us a delicious dream, Does our will power and choice not come into play, We visit Wimpy today, and tomorrow is another day, What the heck, we only live once, we are tempted, How many times a diet have we attempted, We give in, our husband admires a slim gal, Our wife flirts with her boss, So, eat to live and not live to eat, We should look at a waffle as a reward, a fine treat, And look in the mirror and feel proud of our shape, From the grip of the media we therefore escape, 'I'm heading home to my love, an absolute dish!'