The Diet

The truncated body I have formed

Got its shape from barley corn

From malted barley and a little yeast

Notwithstanding, a holiday feast

If I could reverse my pyramid

I would never pop the lid

Of another brewers party bid

I’d shy away from holiday feast

If I could exercise before I eat

I’d eat protein; only meat

Only a few carbs as a treat

Maybe rice as in the east

A glass of red wine for the heart

That’s how my morning would start

No more lunches a la carte

No more glazed donut grease

Of course I’ll miss my barley beer

And I’ll even shed a tear

When I look in the mirror

I’ll keep the promise true to me

I’ll fit in old clothes I wore

Beer’s not just for breakfast anymore

©5/28/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry

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