total greek yogurt, non-fat in a boule,
raspberry coulis, makes it very cool!
a kashi bar to go, and go lean makes it great,
or maybe just pinkberry, green tea is so first rate
a dash of olive oil, grilled asparagus so fine,
toasted pine nuts and zucchini, grated reggiano is devine;
we stay away from pasta, and starch in every dish
(although to be quite honest, magnolia's still delish!)
café gitane is wonderful, the café creme superb,
to feel the sun upon our face at a table by the curb,
the udon noodles, lovely day, with loads of leafy greens,
and if we do keep working out one day we'll feel like teens
we ride the bike at 5 am, no time for arts and leisure,
but please be sure as alarms go off we almost have a seizure!
we lift those weights (from target) that really aren't so light,
that's why we're getting stronger, to make our bodies tight!
what's good for the outside must sustain us, keep us feeling well,
no botox or injections (but the fake boobs are quite swell!)
so more whole grains, without corn syrup - that is what we need,
please tell the farmers: 'grind the corn' and make it into pig feed!
with mesclun we feel well, arugula even better,
we follow doctor's orders pretty much down to the letter!
of course we all do have our pills, that we cannot forsake,
tamoxifen and plavix, sometimes hidden in rice cake!
now katz's pastrami, there's a treat, oh once or twice a year,
for when we see all that red meat we can recoil in fear!
the fat, cholesterol, and other things could kill us straight away
but rest assured, a perfect meal for your last earthbound day!
we've always managed well with brie and camembert,
or pecorino sliced so fine ingested with ripe pear!
a glass of pino to wash it down, life can be so luxurious,
but why bad things always taste so good is something that's quite curious!
hummus, pita, israeli salad, the beach in herzliya,
(we must recall to stay away from cinammon buns at ikea!)
in india we drink strong beer and eat our biryani,
in marrakech we eat bastilla, with pigeon - that's uncanny ...
in holland, oh the waffles, which we will now give up,
and veer towards wagamama, for fish broth in a cup
and gravlax is good, homecured with some tomatoes,
and with fried chicken, but once a month, we must not eat potatoes!
we love our chai, and noushin's teas, moroccan fresh mint too,
and french press just rounds out the day (tea brings us to the loo!)
a tiny bit of orange juice, more heavy on the mango
a pepper salad tastes so sweet before movies with fandango!
so even though we sometimes must forsake the foods we like,
and even though we dread it, we exercise and bike,
while watching cooking shows, jamie olivers' roast meats,
we smile and reminisce about neals yard goat cheese and sliced beets!
and when we go to paris, as we're often prone to do,
we may just sneak a nibble of a pastry that's called choux,
the confitures, they are so fine, dribbling off baguette,
the hospital in neuilly is not far, so luckily we're all set
ahh, to be young, without such guilt, is really quite a blessing,
thank goodness for madonna (i think that i'm confessing)
in middle age, it's such hard work to stay so slim and fit,
and to avoid the pitfalls, oh french butter, i must sit!
these ailments - okay, remind us that we are all just SO mortal,
and that we want to stay alive, not pass through that great portal!
it's back to whole grains, lots of greens, and fibre every day,
and on this subject my dear friend there's nothing more to say!
raspberry coulis, makes it very cool!
a kashi bar to go, and go lean makes it great,
or maybe just pinkberry, green tea is so first rate
a dash of olive oil, grilled asparagus so fine,
toasted pine nuts and zucchini, grated reggiano is devine;
we stay away from pasta, and starch in every dish
(although to be quite honest, magnolia's still delish!)
café gitane is wonderful, the café creme superb,
to feel the sun upon our face at a table by the curb,
the udon noodles, lovely day, with loads of leafy greens,
and if we do keep working out one day we'll feel like teens
we ride the bike at 5 am, no time for arts and leisure,
but please be sure as alarms go off we almost have a seizure!
we lift those weights (from target) that really aren't so light,
that's why we're getting stronger, to make our bodies tight!
what's good for the outside must sustain us, keep us feeling well,
no botox or injections (but the fake boobs are quite swell!)
so more whole grains, without corn syrup - that is what we need,
please tell the farmers: 'grind the corn' and make it into pig feed!
with mesclun we feel well, arugula even better,
we follow doctor's orders pretty much down to the letter!
of course we all do have our pills, that we cannot forsake,
tamoxifen and plavix, sometimes hidden in rice cake!
now katz's pastrami, there's a treat, oh once or twice a year,
for when we see all that red meat we can recoil in fear!
the fat, cholesterol, and other things could kill us straight away
but rest assured, a perfect meal for your last earthbound day!
we've always managed well with brie and camembert,
or pecorino sliced so fine ingested with ripe pear!
a glass of pino to wash it down, life can be so luxurious,
but why bad things always taste so good is something that's quite curious!
hummus, pita, israeli salad, the beach in herzliya,
(we must recall to stay away from cinammon buns at ikea!)
in india we drink strong beer and eat our biryani,
in marrakech we eat bastilla, with pigeon - that's uncanny ...
in holland, oh the waffles, which we will now give up,
and veer towards wagamama, for fish broth in a cup
and gravlax is good, homecured with some tomatoes,
and with fried chicken, but once a month, we must not eat potatoes!
we love our chai, and noushin's teas, moroccan fresh mint too,
and french press just rounds out the day (tea brings us to the loo!)
a tiny bit of orange juice, more heavy on the mango
a pepper salad tastes so sweet before movies with fandango!
so even though we sometimes must forsake the foods we like,
and even though we dread it, we exercise and bike,
while watching cooking shows, jamie olivers' roast meats,
we smile and reminisce about neals yard goat cheese and sliced beets!
and when we go to paris, as we're often prone to do,
we may just sneak a nibble of a pastry that's called choux,
the confitures, they are so fine, dribbling off baguette,
the hospital in neuilly is not far, so luckily we're all set
ahh, to be young, without such guilt, is really quite a blessing,
thank goodness for madonna (i think that i'm confessing)
in middle age, it's such hard work to stay so slim and fit,
and to avoid the pitfalls, oh french butter, i must sit!
these ailments - okay, remind us that we are all just SO mortal,
and that we want to stay alive, not pass through that great portal!
it's back to whole grains, lots of greens, and fibre every day,
and on this subject my dear friend there's nothing more to say!
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