Friday, November 09, 2007

Angst on a plate...

As I was leafing thru some of the faded folders that my predecessor had left me, a yellowed paper caught my attention. It was a poem without any author cited. I couldn't help smiling as I read through because I found each line so cunningly true!
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!!!


julie said...

Love this one! The words written are so true. Eating right should not start when one has been sick or starting to get sick. It is a life-long process that begins early in life. :)

Heart of Rachel said...

I could imagine just how hard it is for some people stay on such a strict diet due to health problems.

Annamanila said...

Awww. I find it ironic and infuriating that now that my children are grown and I can afford some of the food stuff I could die for (e.g chococolates, nuts, pies, etc.) my doctor advise that I would die if I ate them.

I know I didnt phrase that very well .. hahaha .. but you get my drift.