ramblings and things
Cravings
I'm a child of times when
Success was rotund and fat
But modern Medical Science
Soon put an end to that.
In an age of calorie counters
Where slimness is the rule
To be more than sylph like
Is to be an Ignorant fool.
They are all in this together:
My earnest doctor said
Lose a lot of weight mate or
Soon you'll wake up dead.
I am struggling with the concept
Though many pounds the lighter
For I may not be many thing
But I'm certainly a fighter.
The thing with which I struggle,
That alien concept to me,
Can you believe in a thing
You've not been able to see.
They've found the Higgs Bosu
Before that the exotic Quark
But has anyone seen a calorie
In that modern science park.
There seems to be no logic,
Zillions in a thing quite small
Yet something so much larger
Contains few if any at all.
Does the calorie mutate
To so vary in its size;
Is it all an illusion
Fabricated by sales lies?
It's just a modern witchcraft
To make us buy and spend
All in the cause and effort of
Small stomach and rear end.
Being a gullible idiot
I went and fell for if
All of my jeans are now
Far to big to fit.
I've acquired modifications
To my sense of taste
Cut out my favoured things
Lost inches from my waist.
I want crisps by the ton
A double portion of chips
Sure as hell it would go
Straight around my hips.
I'm smaller, leaner and fitter.
They say I'll live much longer
But is it really worth it when
My hunger just gets stronger.
I'm a child of my times
Though I'm fighting all of that
But I was a lot more cheerful
When big rotund and fat
Cravings