Poem
Sometimes you’re better off in bed
There’s a grape in your hand
You wish it was a cake
You think you’re sad
Totally incapable,
The nutrition guidelines and the calorie table
In a restaurant
When you’re on a diet
Call the police there might be a riot
Running down
To the shops
To get a Daim bar
When you’re on a diet.
(On a diet again
It’s such a shame.
You try real hard
But you weigh the same.
On a diet again
It’s a pain in the bum.
You put on two stone
If you eat a crumb.
Eat a crumb).
Too many mars bars
Wispas and whole nuts
Kit Kat’s on posters
Too many doughnuts
Iced
Glazed
Jam
Plain
Which type
Shall I claim?
If you got to count calories
If so how often
Which do you choose
The diet or light option?
How much shall I eat?
(On a diet again
It’s such a drag.
The two stone you lost
Have all come back.
On a diet once more
You’re really glum.
You’d love a hot dog
But you eat a plumb.
Eat a plumb).
You weigh yourself
You’ve lost an eighth of a stone
Just you wait
Till I get this cake home
You’ve got no lettuce
You’ve got no dressing
Lost nothing today
It’s so depressing
For every meal time
Drinks and cocktails
From the drive through McDonald’s
To the weight watchers scales.
(On a diet again
It’s a dead end chore.
I have one portion
Then I have one more.
On a diet again
Let’s just give up
I won’t find happiness
In a slim fast cup.
I just give up.
I just give up.)
Robert Garnham 