[Jayne Osborn]

I've been very slothful; here's my sole attempt:

Oh my, I can’t praise gluttony enough.
I love to eat and eat, to gorge, to stuff
myself until I’m bursting at the seams.
Mmm… fresh cream doughnuts occupy my dreams.

There’s nothing wrong with me. I like my food,
that’s all. Some people can be very rude:
They stare at me and comment that I’m fat.
(As if I’d be put off by things like that.)

I count the hours – no, minutes – from the end
of one meal to the next. I won’t pretend
that I can be abstemious – no way!
Oh look, it’s dinnertime again. Hooray.

Yes, pigging out is just the thing for me.
My raison d’etre? Gluttony. Yippeee!

[Marion Shore]

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
and in between
let's burn with lust.

[Roger Slater]

Of mortal sins I've had my fill,
and yet I'm wanting more,
which proves that I'm a glutton still.
I've cleaned my plate. Encore!

[Roger Slater]

GREED

Of all the deadly sins there are
my favorite one is greed.
It motivates me in my work
and serves a greater need.
Without it, currency would fail,
economies collapse.
Instead of taking chances we
would stay home and take naps,
and no one would invent a thing
or plant a single seed,
or harvest crops, or sell us food,
if not for simple greed.
So next time someone tells you greed
will land your ass in Hell,
explain to them they'll starve to death
if that's the crap they sell.

[Marion Shore]

I say the Romans got it right
back in the days of yore:
they ate and ate until they barfed
and then came back for more.

Like them I worship gluttony;
I eat both fat and lean;
I live for breakfast, dinner, lunch,
and all snacks in between.

My gluttony's on a cosmic scale,
it passes understanding,
because just like the universe
I'm constantly expanding.

[Roger Slater]

Eat, drink and be merry.
Drink and be merry, then eat.
Be merrily eating and drinking.
And after you're finished, repeat.

[conny]

Wrath


Anger is underrated
as a sin.
It’s the daddy, the boss.

Let everyone be cross,
or at least irritated,
when I win.

[Adrian Fry]

Since money cannot buy me love
Or happiness, or health
I'm stuck with bloody avarice,
The love of cash itself.
And since I do not have a lot
Of cash to sit and count,
I have to count excessively
My miniscule amount.

[John Whitworth]

Adrian, that's lovely. But it ought to be minuscule. You have perpetrated a vulgar error according to wikipedia.

[Adrian Fry]

Thanks, John. I'm sure that when they draw up the next seven deadly sins, vulgarity will be on it.