I knew a girl who struggled for good skin.
Her face broke out no matter what she tried
of products for the outside; for within,
she never ate foods sugary or fried.
Until a doctor found her allergies,
and she forsook the dishes she’d thought best,
her acne kept revealing her disease;
it only cleared with appetite suppressed.

A woman now, she seldom chooses wrong.
On rare occasions she’ll relax her rules
for social cause. The consequence is strong –
the irritant avoided gathered tools.
So I, from my nostalgic binge last night,
now suffer more than old from belly blight.