Lord, grant me the strength that I may not fall
Into the clutches of cholesterol.
At saturated fat, I'll never mutter,
For the road to hell is paved with butter.
And cake is cursed and cream is awful.
And Satan is hiding in every waffle.
Beelzebub is a chocolate drop,
and Lucifer is a lollipop.
Teach me the evils of hollandaise,
of pasta and gobs of mayonnaise.
And crips fried chicken from the South,
Lord, if you love, SHUT MY MOUTH!
Signing off: All this talk of food is making me hungry: Anita
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