I eat what I like and I like what I eat

I eat what I like and I like what I eat;

with today's many strictures, that is quite a feat.

I never get tired of ice cream or malts;

I fry my potatoes in nothing but schmaltz.

A tin of anchovies is my breakfast treat,

and a pickle or two goes well with each meat.

Of chips I won't tire -- if I get 'em free;

the price, otherwise, keeps me from any spree.

Healthy or not, I am set in my ways.

The world's NOT my oyster; it's my mayonnaise.