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In Excess
Our food's content of sugar
Is getting ever huger,
It's an ongoing saga
With details that would stagger,
No parliament yet flags a
Good intention of refuge
From its chronic over-use,
"Nanny State!" cried with vigour,
Would result from such rigor,
Though parents can refuse a
Youngster's wish to choose a
Sickly sweet gob plugger,
Even veg is a loser
To this greedy aggressor;
We need to find some way to figure
How we can tame the tiger,
If we are to win the war
Against what we should ignore.
Copyright ©
Beth Evans
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