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"Feeling Young & Spry" based upon the song "American Pie" by Don McLean Cuisine and shamelessly altered by WordImperfect A long, long time ago I remember how good health used to make me smile And I feared under the right circumstance That someday I would wear disposable pants, and only hoped, that I might stay odor-free, for a while. But those kinds of thoughts made me shiver With every birthday time delivered, I tripped on the doorstep, It hurt to take just one more step. I just remember how hard I cried When they set my ankle at bedside, It hurt like hell down deep inside, The day, when my youth, died. So... Refrain: Bye, bye, feeling young and spry Drove my Chevy 'cause I was heavy from eatin' way too much pie, And those weight loss clinics said "Give work-outs a try." And I said, "No thanks, I'd much rather die," "No thanks, I'd much rather die." Did you take the food I love And place it on a shelf high above, The section of the counter, where I normally go? And do you believe in low-carb rolls, and that I can stop eating donut holes, And can you teach me, how to eat, real slow? Well you know that I'd love to be slim, But I can't stand going to the gym. I loathe those work-out shoes, And I hate those gym-fee dues. I was an over-weight teenage bronkin' buck, More than once, in my chair, did I get stuck, And I had the brain of a hockey puck The day, when my chicken, was fried. I kept on eatin'... Refrain Now for thirty years these seeds that I've sown And watched as my belt-size has grown, But now, I want to go fat-free. When the doc said I had an enlarged spleen, And to quit meals that were "in-between," Well he spoke, in a tone that was, so serious-ly. Oh, and then while I was looking down I noticed I couldn't see the ground. I guess I never had learned, That weight loss must really be earned. And after I saw my weight-gain marks I took a long walk around the park, Then ate some Ho-Ho's in the dark. Weight gain, I clearly, denied. Just kept on eatin'... Refrain Helter skelter, now wearing a fat-melter Looking at Kirstie Allie, and what food had dealt her, Way over-weight, and gaining a lot more, fast. Figuring I'd better lose some mass, Went to the gym and bought a pass. Little Debbies, I had eaten what I hoped, were my last. Now only "half-portions" were my new tune 'Cause I felt like I hadn't eaten since early June. I tried to get up to dance, But when I did I ripped my pants. And as I tried in vain to reduce my meals Convinced that my "fatty-fate" had been sealed, As I recall, I wasn't healed. That day, to Jillian Michaels, I cried. I was wailin'... Refrain As weight loss goes I finally found a place Suddenly, no longer feeding my face, And I could not bear to start again. So now I must eat carefully, and not eat quick And I think I'm already starting to feel quite sick, Because tofu is now my new best friend. Oh and though now in food I rarely engage I must move on and turn the page. Now everyone can tell, That I've broken over-eating's spell. Now even though most of the time I'm eating right I'm on occasion tempted to take an extra bite. I sometimes see devil's food laughing with delight, This day, I avoid it, I abide. No longer singing... Refrain I met a girl with similar views And we drank a couple of Bud Lite brews, Then she just belched and turned away. I then went down to the weight loss store Where I had purchased some diet pills years before, But the man there, said the pills had, gone away. Yet I stayed on the winning team For I refused to eat ice cream. No, I'm not at all jokin' Food's hold on me now was broken. And the three things I admired most: Chip dip, Fritos, and some good pot roast, Had all been replaced by one slice of burnt toast, No longer, behind food, would I hide. For the last time I'm singin'... Refrain
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