Please don’t buy me chocolates
No more greasy chips
Take away the cheesecake
It goes straight on my hips
Keep the biscuits hidden
Don’t give me full fat cheese
Ignore my constant pleading
Even when I’m on my knees
Instead give me a salad
Lots of things all green
Then try to help me eat it all
Even though I’m not too keen
Fresh fruits for my pudding
And give me lots of veg
But no more of that mange-tout stuff
That tastes like privet hedge
I need to lose a stone or two
To make me really glad
But I couldn’t leave the trifle
That you left there looking sad
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles
