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!!!