She told me that my BP was high,
My cholesterol as well was on the fly,
Weight I had gained & I didn’t know why,
She told me I should eat better, don’t anymore fry…
I should eat, she said in colors,
I really am not sure what she means,
So I ate the above, my interior cleaned,
Chocolate is brown inside them, & I like the blue ones…
Might as well be happy while I slowly die,
Eating things with the munchies while I am high,
I particularly love good Philly cheesesteaks,
They make my stomach boil & I can hear my arteries harden,
Hope I didn’t make you all hungry, if I did, I beg your pardon…
Ed ;-) 6/16/09
Great write as always
The Buzzard
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Now, blood pressure? I bet you 230/160 and doc's funny electronic B.P. machine going berserk.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
HELL - YA GOTTA EAT!
N' YA GOTTA DIE OF SOMETHIN'! TK...
better tonight. Now you've put me in the mood for one of those
Philly cheesesteaks, though I wouldn't turn down an Italian sub.
-gene.
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :P *drooling*