Give me this day my daily slice but, cut it thin and toast it twice.
Broken resolutions are very discouraging. I'll bet you will agree after reading the poem.
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Don says it was adapted from a Victor Buono song, and he heard it recited by an Illinois minister at a regional church assembly in Guthrie last summer. Please don't make more mns you can keep at least past next weekend. May my flesh with carrot curls be cated That my soul may be polyunsaturated. And when my time of trial is done And my war with malted milks is won, Let me stand with the saints in heaven In a shining robe size thirty-seven.
No, Don didn't write it. If You'll teach me the evil of mayonnaise, of pasta a la Milannaise potatoes a la Lyonnaise and crisp-fried chicken from the South.
I want to rise on judgment day, that's plain; But at my present weight, I'll need a crane. Make some, sure, but try to be reasonable.
Fat man's prayer
Lord, My soul is ripped with riot incited by my wicked diet. May my flesh with carrot-curls be sated, that my soul may be polyunsaturated And show me the light, that I may bear witness to the President's Council on Physical Fitness. And when my days Swinger couple Chiusuitung trial are done, and my war with malted Fuck tonight near Filey park Roskilde phone sex is won, Let me stand with the Saints in Heaven In a shining robe--size The poem does seem most appropriate as we sit down to write our New Year's resolutions.
Give me this day my daily slice, But cut it thin and toast it twice.
All joking aside, Jan. I want to rise on Judgment Day, that's plain! Like me, he swipes a lot of his best material giving proper credit, of course.
And at oleomargarine I'll never mutter, for the road to Hell is spread with butter. But at my present weight, I'll need a praye. Beelzebub is a chocolate drop, And Lucifer is a lollypop.
At oleomargarine, I'll never mutter, For the road to hell is paved with butter. Mephistopheles lurks in provolone, And the devil is in every slice of bologna.
"fat man's prayer' most appropriate
I beg upon my dimpled knees, deliver me from jujubees. So grant me strength that I may not fall Into the clutches of cholesterol.
And cream is cursed, and cake is awful, And Satan is hiding in every waffle. Lord, if that's true, I'm a garbage can!
As draws to a close, and each of us hopes to do better and be better inI leave you with this thought: What you are is God's gift to you. What you become is your gift to God.
And cream is cursed; and cake is awful; and Satan is hiding in every waffle. Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth.
I can do it Lord, If You'll show to me, the virtues of lettuce and celery. Mephistopheles lurks in provolone; the Devil is in each slice of baloney, Beelzebub is a chocolate drop, and Lucifer is a lollipop. So grant me strength, that I may not fall into the clutches of cholesterol.