To Dieters - Poem by Albert Price
Spread before me is a copious treat,
All begging me to try it,
But I know that if I do,
I will be forgetting my diet.
I desire to enjoy the dance
With the lovely maidens of old,
And delight the valley of vision
With the removal of all burdens to behold.
Like a bear surveying a campsite,
In her piggish penchant for sweets.
I fell for the earnest felicity
In the maidens whirling to the melodious beats.
And each irresistible and delicious aroma,
Meandering from the cottage eaves,
Could make a rhyme take wing
And flutter in the evening breeze.
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