The Fat Games
What on earth was someone thinking,
When officially Olymping
Burgers, cola, chips and fat?..
Since nearly everyone knows that
This is not the food of fit,
So don’t promote these piles of ‘it...
As if they somehow have a place,
Stuffed into an athlete’s face!
I feel some sympathy for cigs
Not allowed inside these gigs;
Not allowed to advertise.
Smoking, people realise
Isn’t clever for your bod.
So Coke and Macs are pretty odd
Bedmates of Olympic Games.
There must have been some other names,
Like celery or orange juice,
More appropriate to use.
Organisers be ashamed;
Cash is what has rearranged,
Your tiny minds that cannot go,
And give us all a wholesome show.
I am really quite offended,
By the crap you’ve recommended;
Only half the world is thick,
The other half are pretty sick,
Not from eating all those fries,
But from choking on your lies;
About what you pretend are great,
But are the things that athletes hate.
I think that perhaps you should,
Organise a really good,
Sporting contest of the fat,
And see what people think of that!
© Stephen Saunders
Please read number 54 again now.
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