Food For Comfort
An Exquisite Visit
Went to store where we paid a visit;
What we encountered was exquisite;
Down aisle,
Single file;
In search of food and were implicit.
Our appetite grew and had became vicious,
While we would desire food that is delicious;
Ate and ate,
Then celebrate;
Was not only tasty but would be nutricious.
Certain foods we love but should resist;
Others eat our nutritionist would insist;
Never sweeten,
When eaten;
Now no longer does our excess fat exist.
Found food to eat to satisfy my comfort,
And while it went down never would hurt;
Looked below;
Watched grow,
When fat did tighten my pants and shirt.
Jim Horn
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