Portions.

Growing up during WW2 left me with a habit.

Always eat what’s on your plate, even if it's stewed rabbit.

With rationed food you had no choice, waste was not an option.

Or my parents might consider me, suitable for adoption.

Now we live in plenty, but I still feel the same.

A suffer a condition that really had no name.

I always have to eat it all or else it spoils my meal.

My problem is there's always more than I can usually deal.

They don't do smaller portions and have to charge you less,

Just leave what you don't want they say, when you have done your best.

Once I ordered a child size portion, of a smaller size.

That came along with something, which gave me a surprise.

A pic of Thom the Tank Engine with a box of crayons upon it.

Along with what I'd asked for, a double gin and tonic!

Today I saw the doctor when I made a call,

I have an abdominal hernia, which might explain it all.