Food, prompt by Sunday Scribblings

Here is a poem about Food, as prompted by the Sunday Scribblings

In fact, it is a piece I have already  contributed before, as part of the November PAD Challenge I did last November, yet I consider it suitable. Besides, pasta is forever my favourite food, albeit so … bad for … you know… everything. 🙂

Well, enjoy the serving:

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They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”

I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”


They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”

“But then I am nice and quiet”


Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,

Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.


So, is health what we crave, or felicity?

Is truth more important than integrity?