From the Witch’s Chronicles

A long, lengthy time ago
There lived a king and queen.
They had a baby daughter –
The prettiest anyone had seen.

One dark night, an evil witch
Stole into the infant’s room.
The bonnie baby she then picked
And flew away on her broom.

A room in a locked tower high
Was where the princess grew up,
With blonde hair and blue eyes
And no company except the evil one.

One day, a prince wandered astray
And stumbled upon the tower.
The princess let down her long tresses
So he could climb up to meet her.

The prince tried hard to ascend,
But kept falling off midway,
For he loved his cakes and croissants,
And had a lot of weight on his waist.

Finally, after many many tries,
He made it to the princess’s chamber.
Huffing and puffing from the climb,
He vowed to save her from the danger.

That was when the witch arrived
And saw the prince with the princess.
The prince raised his sword to strike
But that only spiked his blood pressure.

The battle was short and one-sided.
The witch turned him into a frog.
And to add to his woeful plight,
She threw him into a muddy bog.

And so, it was that during rainy nights
One would often hear him croaking,
“O! I wish I’d eaten less and exercised,
And not slept through military training.”

Well, that was how this story ended.
And I hope this helps you realize.
Good health comes from self-discipline.
Don’t wait to lose it and then be wise.