Ten pounds since summer solstice I have gained:
\nand any talk of diets is in vain;
\nfor air will turn into the purest fat on me,
\nit’s what my brain does to my poor anatomy.<\/p>\n
I’ve tried to argue interest in gastronomy;
\nbut bulbous belly never did look good on me,
\nso I must really start to lose this gut
\nbefore all that retreats onto my butt.<\/p>\n
And was it pies created this disaster?
\nOr maybe cakes or chocolate bars are faster.
\nOr maybe nuts or eating something after supper?
\nOr maybe toast and jam and piling on the butter.<\/p>\n
Those things I love, and will until I die.
\nSo I must sacrifice, ’til by and by
\nI’m thin again, and all my clothes look good on me
\nand then it starts again as I put food in me.<\/p>\n
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The Battle of the Bulge, not by the First Airborne Division, but by me, at home, at the table. (#1028) Continue reading