Mr Abstemious
Went with some folks to
Gene and Georgetti's,
they marveled that
I only wanted a plate of
spaghetti
Went to Shaw's Crab House
and it was the same,
a meal of broiled Salmon;
they said
- 'that's so lame!'
No cocktails before dinner,
no bottle of Bordeaux,
no Beaujolais or Chianti,
just eat dinner,
then go
No cheesecake or cobbler,
not even creme brule,
that stuff doesn't tempt me
I don't care what
you say
You can take me to
Morton's, HyeHolde, Trader Vic's,
I'm sure it would've been
the same at Monsieur Ric's
Give me protein and veggies,
some carbs and 'good' fat
some seasoning, some water
and leave it at that
Sorry, can't help it
it's all only fuel,
even back in Dicken's time
when they ate all that gruel
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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