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.