Formerly in times gone by
Itinerant fishermen
Herein dwelt with whiskey, smokes
Food laced with thick, sweet lard
To assure flavor and taste
Maximum hedonistics.
Now with a new skin and roof
It host boomers stacking
Designer crawlers atop
Tofu and no-fat yogurts
Get this, no kidding, dishes
Like one hundred calories
Cinnamon-flavored
Sanction by unnamed gods,
Religions of Live Forever.
O yoiks, yikes, and major yuck
Such neufy crap for our health?
Here a secret we disclose
The secret formula this:
Heavy, daily exercise
Lots of it, afoot on trails,
Go to beaches, two-tracks, swales,
But always put on bug-dope
And wear your sturdy shoes
All of this enabling you
To reach for big cake donuts
Slathered in sweet potato butter
And what could taste better?