In reaction to stories like those, faithful reader and self-confessed peanut butter eater Dale L. recommends reading the following poem, which is variously attributed to Ogden Nash or the equally talented Anonymous:
“Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
“And never, as people do now,
“Did he note the amount of the calorie count.
“He ate it because it was chow.
“He wasn’t disturbed as at dinner he sat,
“Devouring a roast or a pie,
“To think it was lacking in granular fat
“Or a couple of vitamins shy.
“He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
“Unmindful of troubles or fears
“Lest his health might be hurt by some fancy dessert,
“And he lived over 900 years.”
For the record, Methuselah is believed to have lived to the age of 969. He probably could have made it to 1,000 if he’d cut down on his peanut butter.
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