Dedicated to my old bag, my gall bladder(R.I.P.)
(sung to the tune of “Since I don't have you” By the Skyliners)
I don't eat happy meals
and I can't eat pizza wheels
I don't have any fun-
since I don't have you
I can't eat fatty foods
like ice cream and burgers too
I gave up snickers too
Since I don't have you
I can't eat onion rings or those things
bad for me
and never will, again.
Once they took you from me,
junk food is history,
mealtime's no fun since then.
Now I can't eat KFC,
and gravy is bad for me.
My meals are bland you see,
and I eat Tofu.
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
Following the unexpected removal of my gallbladder.
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Posted: Oct 2011
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