My eggs don't come from chickens,
And my butter's not from cows.
My food's full of preservatives
The F.D.A. allows.

My salt is just a substitute
My cheese contains no fat.
My drinks are dietetic, and
They taste a little flat.

My bread is full of vitamins;
It's dark, and made of wheat.
My cereals are all whole grain,
And they are never sweet.

Men liked their women padded
In the days when I was thin;
But now that I have added curves,
The skinny look is in.

They say this scientific age
Gets better every year.
That all the new discoveries
Deserve a great big cheer.

But sometimes, when in retrospect
I view the hand of fate,
I really feel that I was born
One hundred years too late!

Poem by Betty Jo Mings
Used With Permission
Betty Jo's E-Mail
Betty Jo's Web Site

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