Plain White Bread

Plain White Bread There is something said for plain white bread, It’s the wheat and oats I really dread. And real sugar, not that blue or pink, Nothing artificial, I tend to think. Give me milk, not two percent or skim, In real fat, my cereal should swim. No fat-free cookies, no diet cakes, No low-cal cream in my chocolate shakes. Don’t give me seedless watermelon, or green cantaloupe, Messing with nature gets on my goat. No French vanilla coffee, no powder cream, Those flavored beans make me scream. Don’t replace pork for steak, salad for potato, I want more on my sandwich than lettuce and tomato. Don’t give me jello for dessert, water for pop, All this diet stuff must simply just stop. What ever happened to the good ol’ days? When unneeded calories melted away. Long before fillers, and real meat hotdogs, When a real BBQ was roasting a hog. Please take me back to those thinner days, When I looked good in a t-shirt and rays. Back to the time when I didn’t watch what I ate, Servings were large, and second helpings were great.