Svelte Preferred

Svelte Preferred
Quizmo LaGrande

When we met, my body svelte,
Lean, tall, and slender—strong.
Still tall, I am, but lately
The lean has gone to wrong.

When we met, I was so shy,
A coy, and distant player;
Ergo, a mystical, aesthetic,
Esoteric-type soothsayer

Who happed to know, that lovely day,
You had most excellent vibes.
Still knowing now, of course, I say,
That our forces meld and jibe.

But in a few, short, lazy months
The lean has grown and smeared,
Extended, stretched, groaned, and puffed—
My zipper commandeered!

The hard, my dear, has turned to lard.
(Just a pound placed here and there?)
The svelte, you felt, has done a melt.
Why is love so unfair?

So darling, barring shyness
(Since you freed all inhibitions),
I simply have to let you go…
Svelte preferred than these conditions!