A Cautionary Llama Tale

Home grown peppers! My garden produced something edible! besides the Monstrous Basil Plant...i am very proud of my basil. Both peppers and assorted garden herbs went into making yummy pasta sauce tonight, which was enjoyed on our porch swing with Daniel (who is cook far superior to me). Yay!
Today's poem was inspired by a doodle drawn on my forearm by a coworker. He said it was an obese llama. I said its name was Harold. And now Harold has a poem, with additional illustrations :) Here it is (I am clearly not "recovered" from my visit to the calorie-fest that is the state fair. Yes, it was a wonderful evening though):

Harold the llama was slightly obese,
For all of his eatings were smothered in grease:
He never ate veggies except they were fried,
And fruits are some foodstuffs he cannot abide.
The fair is his favorite place in the world,
Where all of his cravings are proudly unfurled--
For no one dares give him a look of disgust
When he orders fried pie with an oreo crust,
Or butter--yes, butter!--twice-battered in lard--
For ev'ryone's let down their health-conscious guard!
"Oh, wonderful fair!" smacks the sticky-lipped beast,
"Where else could one find such a junk-foodie feast?
And now, I will go for a short little ride,
Giving time for my meal to settle inside."
Poor Harold imagined he'd ride on the cars
That whisk you, on wires, way up to the stars
So you see all the sparkling lights down below...
But the weight of his choices was starting to show.
The car was too small and the wire too weak.
They shoved him inside, but the wire went "Crrrrreeaaak..."
As it lifted him one measly foot off the earth,
Which caused Harold to ponder his sizable girth:
"Perhaps...I could eat...ev'ry Saturday night...
A celery stalk...or at least take a bite.
Just one night per week should be, well, possible...
But, at the same time, frankly, well, horrible.
Still, my goal for next year is to ride to the moon--
And to make all the petting zoo she-llamas swoon!"