Sugar Mixed Up With Cougar

Everyone wants to save my life, Everyone to whom sugar is knife... But shame to all sellers of sugar, Who dread it more than jumping cougar! They tell me my case is different ; Fifty two years on Earth apparent. I begin to fear the Devils rate At which I court all carbohydrates, Like one clearly acting in bad faith, Not well- expressed Nutritional Faith A trifling too, with the Christian Faith "And one wouldn't want to smile at Death !" Then remembered I my daily walk And a teacher's long hours at talk, Holding like cigarette a long chalk, Much worse than a hunter's dragging stalk "Sure I'd kept using up the much feared, Sugar my blood leaves as I shave beard".