Staying carbodydrated will make you run pasta;
Come grain or shine, you will be faster.
Each rice you run, each step you take,
Fuelling is key, it’s make or bake.
Push the oat out, explore your options,
From some sourdough tasting to a hot cross bun.
You’ll get noodles of energy, feel so strong,
Risk it, eat a biscuit, you cannot go wrong!
Never eat fish without its rice cake bezzie mate;
You’ll feel amaize-ing with enough carbs on your plate,
Be real with your cereal, you’ll get shreddied;
And baguette-me-not, you knead to take heed.
Carbohydrates will enhance your muesl-eep,
Consistency is quiche; carbs at brekkie, lunch and tea.
You’ll be hoppy from dawn all the way lentil dusk,
Just follow these gruels and make no fuss.
With a crepe in your step in the blink of a pie,
Carb’s the best thing since sliced bread - hovis or rye,
When the chips are down, and things aren’t going to plan,
And you’re down in the dumplings, don’t throw in the flan.
Instead re-read this; I am quinoa to please,
Where there’s a will there’s a whey; I sanction pasties.
But for long enough now I have spewed out pure pap;
Without carbs you’re toast, and that is a wrap.
© - Bea Wood.
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