If it smells good and tastes good, I will be munching
Eating is not about caloric number crunching
My taste bud is the judge and not the dietitian
Water, oil and heat there is no complication
Vegans have turned me into a carnivore
Better run, can’t you hear the canine roar
I dig deep into my fried chicken and t-bone steaks
I make a nutritionist salivate and dieting fake
Sorry dietitian I am lost in your jargon
The directions I look for, is how to get the tin open
The ingredients just look like a periodic table
I am used to recipes and not a chemical symbol
I keep simple it, greens for thin
I make the oil ripple, meat for fit
I can't lose touch with the starch
Some extra protein wont make me a glutton
McGee's oldest son, graduated from school
But McGee wished he had more ambition
Instead of a doctor, a Lawyer or Cop
He became an astute, dietitian
But, all in all McGee was still proud
And happy his son was now home
Took him out to the pub for a meal
And a pint with a nice head of foam
As soon as McGee's butt hit the chair
Said the Barmaid "I'll take your order"
"For me a pint and a good Irish stew"
But his son, orders salad and water
McGee taken back, said "What is this now ?"
"Now Dad just let me explain,
Red meat is a poison that'll kill you in time
It gums up blood in your veins"
McGee thought a moment, then whispered quite soft
There's something, my son you should know
"I think you are right, cause I'm dying by inches
From something I ate long ago"
His son was alarmed as he grabbed McGee arm
"Please tell me---- for heavens sake"
"It's hard to admit but I'm sure it was it
A slice of me own wedding cake".
A storm is brewing
Like a raging waves
As though it is hitting
The wind is echoing
Like a ferocious ox
A storm is brewing
As if a kid is revolting
Like he is a ravenous
As though he is hitting
But, alas, one is baffling
On a certain instance
A storm is brewing
She is fond of eating
Her favorite heavy meals
As though she is hitting
Her dietitian is riling
Despite her constant advice
A storm is brewing
As though she is hitting
04/21/16
Boxes and boxes of lovely soft creams,
ready to be loaded on our ship of dreams.
Chocolate cream pies, and chocolate E'clairs,
lemon filled donuts, and Jelly cream bars.
Oodles and oodles of illicit delights,
watching my hips grow out of sight.
i shan't resist, some coconut cream pies,
bulging above my double sized thighs.
With my mouth watering I sit and stare,
at all these wonderful home baked wares.
Give me fortitude, squeezed out with a tear,
need some treats? Help yourself my dear.
When over fed, I am finding to my ilk,
groaning, I need more cookies and milk.
A situation I should not have begun,
encourages a visit to the dietitian.
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