A DIETER’S PRAYER

Lord, grant me the strength that I may not fall Into the clutches of cholesterol.

At polyunsaturates, I’ll never mutter,

For the road to Hell is paved with butter.

And cake is cursed and cream is awful

And Satan is hiding in every waffle.

Beelzebub is a chocolate drop

And Lucifer is a lollipop.

Teach me the evils of hollandaise,

Of pasta and globs of mayonnaise.

And crisp fried chicken from the South — Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth. 

One Liner
To err is human, but it’s against company policy.