A lady way beyond her prime
used all her energy and time
attempting to conceal her age
by dieting and subterfuge.
Her Friends said, ”Dear, you’re an example
to us all, with busts too ample! ”
and Lizzie (for that was her name)
enjoyed their flattery – but just the same
she could not find a loving mate -
the answer lay in what she ate
(which was, I fear to say, not much:
meals with her were always such
a sad occasion – Liz would blanch
at offers of a decent lunch.)
One day Miss Lizzie met a man
as round as Punch, who laughed and sang
and swept her off her tiny feet
and cooked, and made her want to eat.
And now Liz is so round and jolly
she looks back at her past as folly
for surely it’s a better thing
to eat and love, not dieting!
Moral: Food is the food of love.
Bon appetit! :) The appetite for food is very much alike the appetite for love, probably there is a connection... but I think there is also another hidden moral :) the opposites attract ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...or a third moral: living together causes partner's similarity :) . You are very good in these cautionary tales - the more i read, the more i wanna read :)