What'll it be?

Hey, pizza is my favorite food.
I’d eat it every day.
Put extra cheese and sausage on.
I love it served that way.

I crave a juicy hamburger
with onions and Swiss cheese.
And lots of fries to go with that.
Some extra ketchup, please.

But bacon is the best by far,
with home-fries, eggs and toast.
Yeah, that’s the way to start the day.
I like that breakfast most.

Well, breakfast, lunch and dinner, too.
Hey, I don’t really care.
Just put it all here on my plate.
No, I don’t want to share.

But all those things are in the past.
My doctor said “No, no.”
No pizza, cheese, or hamburger.
No franks and fries to go.

All I can eat is yogurt slop,
and greens at every meal.
You might as well just kill me now.
Yeah, that’s the way I feel.

I guess I had it coming though.
My past caught up to me.
I never watched what I consumed,
as you can plainly see.

Okay, okay, I understand.
And now I’ll toe the line.
But just one taste of chocolate cake,
yeah, that would be sublime.