THE CONFESSIONS OF A FAT POET

I started my day with anticipation
I would at last teach my body a lesson
I said the M&M’s must go
The chocolate chips – out the door!

My body agreed and said: “ok”
I told my conscious mind
“This is going to be the day.”
So off we went to find

A weight program or two
I interviewed quite a few
Nothing cost less per pound
Than eight hundred and thirty two
But worth every inch around

It just made my husband sad
Losing weight cost more than we had
Ah, but to lose a hundred pounds
At a thousand and twenty-four
Well, actually a little more

We just had to find a way
And we did I want to say
It was just a thousand twenty two
Less or more a dollar or few

We looked forward to this one
I would loose a hundred plus one
Who could predict
This would not be a kick

We think that we have been had
The money and pounds didn’t add
To our expectation
There was no jubilation

Just a poet still fat
Poorer and yet richer still
By pointers learned on that hill
I could have learned a better lesson
From my Cat

She will not overeat
She nibbles and stops to sleep
She stretches climbs, jumps and runs
It doesn’t cost her dime and she has fun

Earthene Fleming
August 9, 2005