Lord, Grant me the strength that I may not fall
Into the clutches of cholesterol.
‘Poly-unsaturated’ I’ll never mutter,
The road to hell is paved with peanut butter.
All cake is cursed, and frosting awful,
And Satan is hiding in every waffle.
The fridge is full and I can’t stop;
Beelzebub is a lollipop.
Teach me the evils of hollandaise,
Of pasta and gobs of mayonnaise.
And crisp fried chicken from the South . .
Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”