What we are

No matter what he drank or ate,

He was the greatest of the great -

Until the day he met his match

Who ate and drank three times as much;

And so he trained and pushed himself

From cookie jar to liquor shelf,

From fruits to veggies, back to fruits,

From beet to beef to lotus roots,

From red to white to green to red,

From chicken wings to wholewheat bread,

From gin to rum to cream to flakes,

And then one day he raised the stakes;

He pushed away a heaping plate

And said: “I wand to lose some weight!”

Of course, that’s easier said than done;

From that point on he was no fun,

That, as they say, was all he wrote.

Let’s end this on a down note,

The truth is sad, but this is it:

We are no more than what we eat.