Miles To Go Before I Eat
I’m thinking about the new “100-Mile Diet”
It can’t be that hard. Can it? Nah! Sure, I’ll try it.
Let’s see, if I look at the distance they say,
I can buy from as far as the grand GTA!
That isn’t so bad. Now, where else can I go?
All the way down to Erie, and, wow! Buffalo.
I hope in Kincardine there’s fresh cheese to fill ya.
Does “Joe”, fairly-traded grow up in Orillia?
Avocadoes must rise in my radius somewhere;
I mean, no guacamole just wouldn’t be fair!
Please tell me the rice called basmati springs forth
In a field in Niagara or somewhere up North.
Will I have to press pasta and freeze fruit and veg?
I’m sure living sans chocolate will put me on edge.
And what of my felines? Their grub’s from the States.
They’re fussy enough about what’s on their plates.
I could possibly do without catch from the coast,
But I know I’ll just die without P-B on toast!
I’d like to help out the environment cause,
Erasing my footprint of carbon, (Applause!)
If I’m forced to relinquish my cherished cuisine
I’ll have to eschew — it’s so tough “going green”!
Kathleen Mortensen © 2007