NEVERMORE

I ain't gonna shop no more no more,
In any kind of grocery store,
Or all the places stocked galore,

With kinds of sweets I so adore.

I'll make my husband do this chore,

He's bound to protest, that I'm sure,

And  though he'll say it's all a bore,

I'll shove him out our dwelling door.

Alas this task he will abhor,

So I'll be shopping as before.

But I will try in every store,

To seek out veggies, aisle four.

And daily I will much implore,
My conscience never to ignore...

I'll kick the fat foods out the door,

And eat them rarely...or... 

NEVERMORE