I’ll put Nutella aside for a year,
I was minded to chuck it away.
Tis the devil’s food, the bane of our day,
it’s time for you to hear.
There was a man who loved his sugar,
his hair as black as ebony,
a girth as firm as any fine figure,
his brain is sharp as me.
Nutella for lunch, and syrup for tea,
honeycomb ice cream and meringue,
soon as stout as an orangutan
our hero worshipped Cadbury.
Diogenes fled, Diabetes came,
he couldn’t remember his best friend’s name.
Fructose, glucose, sucrose abound
Obesity reigned, Dementia crowned.
I doubt he’s in heaven with Harry,
the lads from the links do not tarry.
It was hell to watch him decline,
and think Nutella was fine.
I urge you fair friend do not splurge
your shekels on food you should purge.
Remember a love for your gut, heart, and liver.
Pray slay the taste for sugar.
your tummy with fancy frills.
Remember, remember six pancakes you ate,
before it is too late.