An Ogre's Warning

You say your overweight my dear?
At two hundred you're just fit.
So now from me you need not fear,
You're safely from the spit.

At two hundred dear you're fun to hold,
A real sure cause for lovin'.
But two fifty dear, I'll be so bold,
You're headin' for my oven.

Whichever way, my love is true,
As anyone can tell.
Recall the warning I gave you,
If chimes the Dinner Bell!