Seven Deadly Sins - Gluttony Poem by Shankaran Kutty

There was a boy called Joe
Who daily had full meals four
Yet he used to say through the day
I am hungry, I want more

He became so fat that he
Needed chairs not one, but two
And the doors in his home were widened
To allow his frame to go through

A chicken laced with butter
A loaf of bread, to go along
A litre of milk to wash down
He became as big as King Kong

His parents never felt wrong
They were perennially happy
Our hero never ventured out
For he was always in bed, so sleepy

One day he fell very ill
And the local doctor came by
“Son, I am sorry to say”, he said
“in six months you will die”

It scared the poor boy no end
Lost his appetite, the lad
And walking around his block
Soon became his latest fad

As months went by, the boy
Was filled with mortal fear
Forget eating, any food
He didn’t even want near

As six months went by
And the sun rose the next day
The boy was out of his house
To the doctor’s he was on his way

“You told me six months ago
That today’s sunrise I wouldn’t see
Yet here I am before you “
To the doctor, screamed did he

“Stand on the scale my son”
The doctor quietly said
“A fifty kilos you have lost
If not you would have been dead

You have lost all your blubber
You have almost become slim
Your body is hale and hearty
You look so healthy and trim

But keep up the good work you must
You can have your chicken and mutton
But eat in controlled moderation
And never again be a glutton”

And so our Joe went back
He knew what he was doing wrong
And he danced his way back home
On his lips, a happy song