No sugar! The doc said...
Never mentioned cheesecake.
No potato chips...Pringles then.
No soda...then Miller Lite.
Afternoon snack apple...pie.
20 grapes...wait, I'll count them. Right.
Bread substitution....HA! Cheesy, butter biscuits.
Tuna, in water...tuna steak, lemon sauce, in stomach.
Avoid fatty meat...I'll close my eyes.
Oatmeal...rather bamboo shoots torture.
Puffed rice cereal...but Cheerios promised!
In the dead of winter
Doc did pronounce,
'You'll follow this diet
To the ounce! '
14 years as my Doc. You'd think he knew me better!
Good one, Elysabeth! Not much fun this diet stuff - love that chocolate. I wrote a poem similar called I'll Take My Fat to the Grave. I did, however, lose 6 pounds of the 15 my doctor said to lose. I told her not to count on more! Loved your poem. A '10! ' from me. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one knows about you better than yourself.........Good diet plan though.............I would like to have the same one.....How good your doctor is!