Sonnets from Suburbia: Diet Nazi’s
In this episode Lady Penelope bemoans the ever-changing rules of diet and nutrition and calls those who insist on their programs “Diet Nazis”.
The things that I adore are bad for me,
or so I’m told by ev’rything I’ve read.
My Diet Coke? Go fig! How could that be?
French fries and hamburgers might leave me dead.
Nutrition Nazis really have some gaul.
Their rules are always in a state of flux.
They’d love to take away my alcohol.
We’re in their cross hairs like some sitting ducks.
Can’t offer up a food that’s not organic
unless you want to hear a mournful wail.
But just for laughs, to put them in a panic
O’ make an orphan of their baby kale!
To them there’s nothing deadlier than gluten,
‘cept sitting down to lunch with Vladmir Putin.–