'Of his diete mesurable was he, <br />For it was of no superfluitee, <br />But of greet norissyng and digestible.' <br />(Chaucer, Cant. T., Gen. Prol., I.435-437.) <br /> <br />At what I am about to write <br />I don't intend to start a fight; <br />Although the atmosphere is tense, <br />To me it seems like common sense. <br /> <br />The more you eat, the more you weigh — <br />He risks his life who so should say. <br />Or if you eat a lot, then you <br />Must do some exercises too. <br /> <br />No longer can I keep quiet <br />About this nonsense 'diet' — <br /> You have a liver to detoxify you. <br />You all should take some care <br />That water, sleep, fresh air, <br /> Do not conspire together to defy you. <br /> <br />(Tuesday,3rd January,2006.) <br /> <br />[2006: 1]<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/food-for-thought-7/
