I've stopped gulping down sugared sweets galore;
I'm paying for all I ate as I rate a teeth bore.
Choppers start to die; I've stopped chomping pie.
No more sweets; it's on meat fare I'll live.

I will pile meat treats on my plate by pounds;
I'll revile sweet treats that beefed me up. . .ate many pounds.
Sweat sweets swallowed yore out of every pore
In the shvitz* where I sits; the heat sieves.

Then oh, the showering feeling--
As it goes down the drain, I feel clear.
Then hold those sauering peelings;
Kick that kraut out of my cuisine, but stew me steer.

Sheep I'll shop and hare, my aim: fructose-free;
I'll sashay to snag paté though they'd grain-hooked those geese.
When ribeye I buy, I will rarely fry
Till it's seared, now on meat fare I live.


*steambath