Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Methuselah’s Diet by Anonymous

  Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
    And never, as people do now,
Did he note the amount of the calorie count.
    He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn’t disturbed as at dinner he sat,
    Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat
    Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
    Unmindful of troubles or fears
Lest his health might be hurt by some fancy dessert,
    And he lived over 900 years.


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