Do not go gentle into that bad weight,
Metabolism should burn and rave at close of meal;
Rage, rage against the piling of the plate.
Though wise folk know that fat is not our fate,
Because dying large is not part of the deal.
Do not go gentle into that bad weight.
Good folk, the last wave by, they do not wait.
Good folk, the last wave by, good meals create.
A healthy dinner might have been consumed today.
Rage, rage against the piling of the plate.
Wild folk who snacked and watched TV ‘til late,
And learn, at last, they put on pounds this way.
Do not go gentle into that bad weight.
Grave folk, obese, yet won’t get their diets straight.
Blind eyes that lead them towards the buffet.
Rage, rage against the piling of the plate.
And you, my friends, there with your fat fate.
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that bad weight.
Rage, rage against the piling of the plate.
Here's to raging against the filling of the plate! This one is a classic.
ReplyDeleteI overflow my plate....with good stuff like broccoli and quinoa and salmon!
ReplyDeleteHmm, diets, they are designed to be impossible to get straight. And food, food is never straight; well spaghetti is before you cook it and then it goes every-which-direction and fuggetabout following it... diets the same way, read the book and all seems straight; but the get started and it every-which-direction.
ReplyDeleteHence why I don't eat spaghetti!
I'm a ziti kind of guy/
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