We Eat Too Much

There is no doubt we eat too much,

     O’ yes, too much by far;

A race of stomach worshipers

     Assuredly we are.

Three meals a day, week in and out,

     And hearty ones at that;

We carry loads beneath our belt,

     And little ‘neath our hat.

Just think of all the bread and cheese,

     Of all the pie and cake,

The puddings, pickles and preserves

     Potatoes, chops and steak!

If they were piled before our eyes,

     Our stock for just a year,

The very sight of them would kill

     Our appetites, I fear.

And so I’ve tried these many years,

And tried with all my might,

To eat a little less each day,

     And snub my appetite.

Alas! I haven’t had much luck,

     At least I haven’t yet;

The more I cut out food I find

The hungrier I get.

                                              May 12, ‘10