Where the Widewalk Ends

With apologies to Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the widewalk ends

And where a healthy life begins, 

And there the meals are crisp and fresh,
And don’t add pounds onto your flesh
And make you big as Bangladesh.
And thin your too-thick skin.
Let us leave this place where food’s fried in grease
And cookies and cakes are our best friends.
Past the shelves where the keep marshmallow fluff
And Nutella, and candy and unhealthy stuff
And instead tell ourselves that enough is enough.
Go to the place where the widewalk ends.
 
Yes, we'll walk with a walk that keeps us on the go,
And try to improve on the ol’ status quo,
So our bodies stay fit, and our bodies don’t grow
To the place where the widewalk ends.

Bad Bod

With apologies to Shel Silverstein...

Whosever body this is should be ashamed!
Big rolls are hanging off the side.
His double chin’s triple, he moves like a cripple.
And his rear end’s becoming more squishy and wide.
His fat thighs are wedged in his work pants,
His belly hangs down to his knees.
From his ears to his colon his whole body’s swollen
He doesn’t eat anything not covered with cheese.
His shirts are all ill-fitting and snug.
Flabby arms, yep–he’s sure got ‘em.
There’s fat on his neck, his body’s a wreck,
He’s obese from his top to his bottom.
Whosever body this is should be ashamed!
Just gaze there in the mirror--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!