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