New Discoveries In Fad Gastronomy

I’m on a new diet

Where I stand outside

As the rain pours upon me

And softens my hide,

Where the drumbeat of storms

And the wind’s icy whip

Shall grab fat from my bones

And from my body strip.

This diet’s approved

By the Gods of the gale,

Guaranteed by the ancients

To make man out of whale.

While such primeval cures

Do at first seem too frightening

I do endorse this diet

Of Thunder and Lightening.