Texty_F
Gold Member
I found this little poem and thought I'd share 
| [SIZE=+1]Dieter's Prayer [/SIZE] |
[SIZE=-1]Lord, my soul is ripped with riot incited by my wicked diet. "We are what we eat," said a wise old man! And, Lord, if that's true, I'm a garbage can ! I want to rise on Judgment Day, that's plain, But, at my present weight, I'll need a crane. So grant me strength, that I may not fall Into the clutches of cholesterol ! At margarine I'll never mutter For the road to hell is paved with butter. And cream is cursed, and cake is awful, And Satan lurks in every waffle ! Give me this day my daily slice, But cut it thin and toast it twice. I beg upon my dimpled knees, Deliver me from jujubes please ! And when my days of dieting are done, And my war with Snickers bars is won, Let me stand with the heavenly throng, In a shining robe...size seven, long ! I can do it, Lord, if You'll show to me, The virtues of lettuce and celery. Teach me the evil of mayonnaise... Of pasta a la Milanaise, potatoes a la Lyonnaise... And crisp-fried chicken from the south ... Lord, if you love me... shut my mouth ! [/SIZE] |
