ABUNDANCE:

Oh for the abundance of those long gone days,

When life was offered up upon gluttony´s trays,

Upon spits turning & tables generously mounted,

Not the dainty nibbles of those calories counted.

 

Viva those days of flagons, gills, steins & quarts,

Without the careful sips, quips & snide sly retorts,

Those times of laden tables & rich groaning feasts,

Of oily fingers, the turned greased & roasting beasts.

 

Those days of abundance, feasting & jollity of lutes,

When wenches were comely & men never wore suits,

When no one spoke of fats, grams or the correct B.M.I,

Oh for long gone history, enough to bring tear to the eye.