Food Poem by Irene ClarkHogg

Food



It is nice if we can eat for pleasure,
Perusing new menus at our leisure.
Choosing what delights our taste
Without adding inches to our waist.

Lamb cutlets with veg, apple tart for after,
No spices for me, they spell disaster;
But you have curry if you wish,
Or lots of chips served with a fish.

Truth is, the body does not give a jot,
If we eat grain, veg, meat or not.
As long as that on which we feed
Can satisfy the body’s need

For protein, carbohydrates and such;
Salts and vitamins, not so much.
Then, a word of warning after that;
Don’t eat too much or you’ll get fat.

Thursday, April 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Food
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