I Can’t Eat That Anymore

Hot dogs topped with sauerkraut and the
Spicy mustard I adore.
Blaze-hot jalapeno
Meant to make me sweat from every pore.
Greasy, cheesy pizza crowned with
Every topping in the store.
Take it all away ‘cause
I can’t eat that anymore.

Time was, not so long ago,
(It really seems like ages though)
That any grub to grab and go
Could fit my appetite.
And though I’m not persnickety
There’re many foods that get to me
And seem to wage a battle
I am not prepared to fight.

I could just grin and bear the bill,
Or have a cup of chamomile
And maybe I’d be fine as wine
To even up the score.
But I just keep on tempting fate,
Remorseful over what I ate,
Regretfully repeating,
“I can’t eat that anymore.”

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