Methuselah

Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
And never, as people do now,
Did he note the amount of the calory count;
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn't disturbed as at dinner he say,
Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears
Lest his health might be hurt
By some fancy desert;
And he lived over nine hundred years.

Unknown

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[3CoolKats]

Too bad Methuselah isn't around today. He'd make a fortune as a health guru doing TV infomercials and hawking his books, LOL.

[Amiduffer]

Ha ha ha!! That's a hilarious image.

[ockteby]

Love the unknown poet stuff, Drew.

Frank

[Amiduffer]

Yes, its precious source of amusement and wonder to search and find such gems.

[homousios]

That is a great poem! Thanks!

[Amiduffer]

You're welcome.

[Glinkaism1]

We sang a version of that in junior high choir back in the 1950s. Not the same words.

[langtangticky]

Cool --Peace