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>Overfed
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
And Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned.

Are you feeling overfed?   Do you enjoy stuffing your head?
Actually I meant your mouth.  But this is poetry about your health!
Rhymes are hard when I can’t say.  You are really fat today.
No, I must say, body mass index, or overweight
As fat is what upsets your plate.

Especially when it is dry, it has to be scraped off, I sigh.
So if you are overweight from fat.  Just stop eating too much of that.
And if you eat healthily!
The fat you have may soon go.  Unless you have an illness so.
Then to Doctors you must flow.  And perhaps they’ll help your fat to go.
Or body mass index or overweight.
So, remember to leave that fat upon your plate.

NB.  I was once told once by my GP.  My body mass index, although it was called my BMI, was 27.47133, which meant not a blinking thing to I.

Eat drink and be merry at Christmas time, but remember the golden rule, Do not drink, do drugs recreational or medical and drive. That way I can annoy you all next year. lol 

This poem was inspired as I was writing my life story and I mentioned I would not eat a piece of gristly fat. My foster mother made me sit at the table and made me miss a Sunday afternoon's play I was only about 8 at the time. The only consolation I had was none of the cats she had or the strays she fed would eat it. And yes I did smile when I saw her put the offending lump of gristly fat in the dustbin. <

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