I'm on a sea food diet,
I've just got to buy it,
Then afterwards fry it,
It's good.
One thing I hate,
It really does grate,
This obsession with weight,
Is so rude.
Enough of that,
You stick thin bat,
I'm not bloody fat,
You prude.
I just love the taste,
Of fresh liver paste,
I hate to see waste,
Allude.
Salads I'm afraid,
Don't make the grade,
The fridge I will raid,
For real food.
Ice cream and custard,
A burger with mustard,
Deep fried bustard,
Understood.
Milk, full cream,
Cheese, what a dream,
They do taste supreme,
Not crude.
Crisps and nuts,
Warm meaty cuts,
Food for our butts,
Not lewd.
Those who're on missions,
To cut out additions,
Yes, dietary physicians,
‘' You Delude ‘'
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Interesting write. Written well. Food, glorious food Abstain not, dude Putting on weight? Oh, what a waste! Thanks Bri Mar!