Life is short; one day I'll wake
to find that I am dead,
with no more time for chocolate cake
or pumpernickel bread,
or charcoal grilled (rare) Angus steak,
or coffee quaffed for caffeine's sake,
or beer that beckons, "Please partake!"
or pretty things that bakers bake
with taste that tells the fat's not fake.
Alas, I've got to drink this shake
and feel I've not been fed.
With extra time left on my break,
I'll resurrect this thread.