| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Satire >> ID #938371 |
| |||||||||||||
|
I look in the mirror And what do I see? A strange woman who Looks a little like me. I guess I really shouldn’t Be all that surprised, Between old age and desserts I have cottage cheese thighs. Remembering back when I was svelte and thin, Wearing scanty clothing That were fashionably in. Yes, my once hour glass figure Is now in dire distress. All the sand has reached the bottom, I can't wear that size four dress! Now as I struggle To put on my jeans, To fit in my clothing Will take other means. ![]() First, a visit to the doctor’s Is something strongly advised. But can her scale handle Someone my size? I know she will tell me, I must count calories and exercise. Which means I’ll have to eat Foods I totally despise. ![]() Time to go down to the gym, Hit the Life Cycle and the Nordic Track. I’ll even give the rowing machine a go, But once I row out, how will I get back? I’ll go out with a friend On a long power walk, But, all out of breath, I won’t be able to talk. A diet is on my mind while doing Pilates, (And going through unimaginable contortions) How in the world can I get myself, Back down to smaller proportions? I’ll be chewing on carrots and celery stalks, (Me eating salads is going to be amazing.) Still, I will have to ponder and wonder, Won’t I look like an old cow grazing? ![]() I know it may take months, And maybe even a year, But life will be wonderful, Without this big rear.
© Copyright 2005 Sultry Enchantress (UN: sultry at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Sultry Enchantress has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |