Dear Diet
Dear Diet
Dear Diet, Dear Diet -
Where art thou ?
I've tried and I've tried -
but Holy Cow !
If I cut back on this
and cut back on that -
And start on the treadmill
I'll shed some fat.
Or should I try Bow-flex
or jog twice a day?
Or walk fast like a robot -
get out of my way.
I wish I could get credit
for as much as I've tried.
But still twenty pounds over -
I've laughed till I cried.
There's a way to fix this -
there's a way I think.
A lock on the fridge
and only water to drink.
No food channel - no car
to the drive-in to go.
No newspaper to read
all the coupons they show.
No lunchin' with friends
no cookouts and such.
No late night snacks -
that would be too much.
And when all this happens
wake me up from these dreams.
Eatin' and drinkin' again -
that's just life - so it seems.
Copyright © Jim Tosh | Year Posted 2019
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