Obesity

 With belly like a poisoned pup
 Said I: 'I must give bacon up:
And also, I profanely fear,
 I must abandon bread and beer
That make for portliness they say;
 Yet of them copiously today
I ate with an increasingly sense
 Of grievous corpulence.

I like a lot of thinks I like.
 Too bad that I must go on strike
Against pork sausages and mash,
 Spaghetti and fried corn-beef hash.
I deem he is a lucky soul
 Who has no need of girth control;
For in the old of age: 'Il faut
 Souffrir pour etre bean.'

Yet let me not be unconsoled:
 So many greybeards I behold,
Distinguished in affairs of state,
 In culture counted with the Great,
Have tummies with a shameless bulge,
 And so I think I'll still indulge
In eats I like without a qualm,
 And damn my diaphragm!'

Form: Light Verse

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