I Dream of Ravioli by LuRain Penny

 

 

You’re getting old, the doctors scold -

Got to do now what you’re told.

Can’t drink coffee, farewell to tea.

Them things just ain’t good for me.

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Skip the meat, fat or wheat

So many foods I should delete.

Cheese sends my blood pressure high

And I could die from pecan pie!

Tasty morsals once delightful

Bind my guts way passed tightful.

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No more booze – it hurts my liver.

Sugar make my fingers quiver.

Don’t even smoke for fear of stroke

Poach this white. Toss that yoke.

At least grocery bills be small -

 I won’t get to eat at all.

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I’m off the salt – is my fault.

My story makes a strange gestalt.

Not so easy to abstain.

But I’m to blame - best not complain.

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Must find a new way to behave

By cutting out all that I crave.

 If only I could prove the dare

That humans beings can live on Air. 

 

 

-lp(c)09-