I recall my fridge in younger years,
Bounteous with food and beers
And deep within its frosty innards
Lay Popsicles and frozen dinners
Long before the doctor’s call
To lower my cholesterol
My Frigidaire had not forsaken
Ice-cream, pork-chops, ham and bacon.
Now all I eat I watch the fat in
And every morning take my Statin
And under doctor’s orders measure
Dias and Systolic pressure.
Now every drawer and shelf and bin
Is stocked with what my wife puts in
No frozen pies, no pork, no ale
Just soups and fruit and fish and kale
So here I stand. Door wide open
Staring in. Wishin’. Hopin’
To find some morsel that still will please
But no. Just peaches and cottage cheese.