Poor Pollyanna, Pollyanna's upset,
I've cooked up a storm and now have regrets.
I'm stuck in the house, because of the blizzard,
On a day like today, I'm a real kitchen wizard!
Bread in the pans, rising up high
And in the oven a big apple pie.
It all looks so good - and what an aroma
but if I eat all these carbs, I'll be in a coma.
The kids are contented, My husband - practically purring,
But into my head, a thought is occurring.
I've made them all happy, I really like that
but if Pollyanna eats it, it WILL turn to fat.
What am I doing? Have I finally gone mad?
Pollyanna knows, that for her, carbs are bad.
So far, so good, Pollyanna's been strong,
To eat all the goodies would be, oh, so wrong.
I sit at the table and see each smiling face
I pick at my salad - push it around on my plate.
As I look at my family, I feel our eyes meeting
It's not what you eat - but with whom you are eating.
Blizzard Wizard
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