The Minstrel in the Calorie

The minstrel in the calorie

Sings of sugar-laced traces

Of chocolate candied turgid faces

Free of guilt and full of graces

While the mirror reveals the grey offenders

Sudden niggles that your frame now renders

You've root canalled your lower molar

And they find you increasingly bi polar

Wishful thinking mile-high roller

And a self-doubt infused Irregular 

At the bar of hope- you ask the servers

For a pint of meaning, a glass of purpose

Nursing your drink till its time for slumber

And waking up to another number

More cloggy holes than skilful plumbers

And a dream in June of some crisp November

The minstrel in the calorie

Looks around and notes the obsession

But its late for fame based on your figure

Which wont much affect your grave-digger

So You might refresh your nutritional milieu

And be charmed -knowing it may not kill you!

With passing days, the shine within you

Needs a buff thats atmospheric

To clear the brain of oxides ferric

Just fill it up with the esoteric

Then shall emerge from the alphanumeric

A Special character- meteoric!

The minstrel in the calorie

Sings of living in the present

Inebriated by the fleeting linger

Of all your senses where you point a finger

You will find that your memory's ringer

Can switch off - oh what a humdinger!