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.
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