With belly like a poisoned pup <br /> Said I: 'I must give bacon up: <br />And also, I profanely fear, <br /> I must abandon bread and beer <br />That make for portliness they say; <br /> Yet of them copiously today <br />I ate with an increasingly sense <br /> Of grievous corpulence. <br /> <br />I like a lot of thinks I like. <br /> Too bad that I must go on strike <br />Against pork sausages and mash, <br /> Spaghetti and fried corn-beef hash. <br />I deem he is a lucky soul <br /> Who has no need of girth control; <br />For in the old of age: 'Il faut <br /> Souffrir pour etre bean.' <br /> <br />Yet let me not be unconsoled: <br /> So many greybeards I behold, <br />Distinguished in affairs of state, <br /> In culture counted with the Great, <br />Have tummies with a shameless bulge, <br /> And so I think I'll still indulge <br />In eats I like without a qualm, <br /> And damn my diaphragm!'<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obesity/
