While I'm at it, I might as well post this parody of "The Road Less Traveled" by Robert Frost, written amidst one of the many instances where I've thought I'm going to get cancer after making a bad food choice….
The Snack More Processed
Two snacks diverged in a vending machine
And sorry I could not eat them both
And be no fatty, long I leaned
And felt the waistband of my jeans
And considered the apple chips.
Then got the Twinkie, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it looked sad, like it wanted air;
Though under the plastic packaged glare
They're really about the same.
And both that snack time equally sat
in coils, perched teetering on the brink.
Oh, I saved that first for another snack!
Yet knowing how fat compounds upon fat,
I doubted if I should ever rethink.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
When the cancer has commenced:
Two snacks diverged in a machine, and I--
I chose the one with Yellow 5,
And that damn cake made all the difference.