The Glutton

Do not stretch out your hand for everything you see For evil is the eye that makes your tongue seek A delicious, diverse platter better left untouched To allow you peaceful slumber and a tummy unclutched. Let not your tongue hang out for the tasty display And have you elbowing diners out of the way For a little bit of honey is enough to nourish the soul Than have you sleepless and vomiting the consumed bowl. Look at all that food, says the glutton to himself As he serves the variety on the large dish spread Doesn’t the glutton know that wakefulness over food Would do him greater harm than the food consumed? For nobody is fond of the greedy man’s eye Nor do they long for the tongue that cries For the platter of delicacies laid for a king Unless he is mindful, women will take wings.