CAN'T LOSE FOR GAINING
I carefully counted calories
As at the table I sat.
And visioned my figure willowy
With thirty-five pounds less fat.
I ate my hot rolls butterless,
My baked potato dry---
Non-fattening milk was my beverage,
And I passed up the rich cake and pie.
My clothes seemed a little looser,
And my spirits fairly flew---
Soon I'd be wearing a thirty-six
Instead of a forty-two.
But then came the time of testing,
Where fat women rise or fall---
Finding lush leavings on grandchildren's plates
To scrape in the Dis-pos-al.
Wasting was always so sinful,
To children of my generation,
So a bite of this, or a spoonful of that,
I ate just for CON-SER-VATION.
This morning I got on the scales to weigh,
And the numbers went zooming by
To that same old hundred and eighty-
Oh, Rats, pass the strawberry pie!
Poems of Fanny Gudmundsen Brunt
Moods and Memories copyrite 1959
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