I'm sorry I could not eat with both.
And being one eater, long I ate
And gulped down as much as I could
To where it filled in my underbelly;
Then ate with the other, as just as tasty,
And having perhaps the better fare,
Because it was greasy and wanted taste;
Though as for that, I'll be passing it there
had consumed them really about the same,
And both that morning equally passed
In powder room no ordure had stamped Black.
Oh, I savored that fare for another day!
Yet knowing how weight leads on to weight,
I doubted if I should ever eat again.
I shall be telling this with a belch
Somewhat drunken over my neighbor's fence:
Two forks converged on a yellow dinner plate, and I-
I ate with the one less eaten with,
And that has made all for all the ampleness.
- Peter Kendall Warren (an adaptation of Robert Frost - if it wasn't obvious).