Prayer in Praise of Abstinence in the Midst of Temptation
I dare not touch one drop of oil,
For if I do, my health I'll spoil I'd spread my bread with lots of butter
But that would set my heart a-flutter.
Don't serve me poultry, pork or beef
Or I will surely come to grief And that fine fish just from the sea
Would, fried, becomes the death of me.
At breakfast I must never poke
My fork at any golden yolk And salt, to which I was a slave
Now lures me to an early grave.
Sugar, friend of childhood, sweet
Is now a rare, forbiden treat A shot of gin, a glass of wine
Add up to sins times nine.
Farewell to all the eats I love
Farewell, so long, to all the above But as I chomp through fields of green
And shrink each day to sinewy lean
Teach me, dear Lord,
Not to wish each course
Was rare roast beef
With bernaise sauce!
Happy Eating, y'all!!!