I used to gag and practically choke
whenever I tasted an artichoke.
But since I’m on a diet, things have changed.
My love affair with fat is now estranged.
A new interest has stolen my stomach,
an interest that for years would make me sick.
Yes, the rumors are indeed very true:
I eat right and even exercise too.
Now, I face the Nutrition Constable,
who ensures my meal has a vegetable.
How my good friends can make the vegan choice
and proclaim “Eat Veggies!” in a loud voice,
will perplex me until the day I die.
For when I eat them, I ask myself “Why?”
“Why would you eat something that tastes so bad,
when there’s In-N-Out out there to be had?”
But, alas, that’s a mystery of life:
Why health and diet are in constant strife.
