Yogurt

 To the tune, in the navy. By the wonderful village people. This poem is dedicated to Diane "yogurt" Narraway. 

Where can you find real pleasure

In a lovely little measure

Full of goodies, yes it is, upon a spoon

Though some it gives the shudders

As it tends to come from udders

If you like it, well, you'll really like this tune*

We love yogurt

It comes in a little pot

We love yogurt

It's the only thing we've got

We like yogurt

It will have to really do

We love yogurt

With act of just pretending

Of a diet never ending

It says hello look I'm healthy yes I am

Look at least I'm eating fruit

Or a sort of substitute

Though fruity yogurt weighs less than a gram

We love yogurt

It really is a treat

We love yogurt

When there's nothing left to eat

We love yogurt

When the fridge is pretty bare

We love yogurt

It's not something I would share

We love yogurt

I do love the apricot

We love yogurt

Though it tends to look like snot

We love yogurt

It could really help my weight

We love yogurt

Thank god! It's out of date!

*Though probably not