There’s an unhappy woman in town,
Who has trouble zipping her gown.
Did it shrink in the wash?
That thought, she must squash…
If she wants her weight to go down.
She knows that she is “in the dumps”.
But finds it hard to “take her lumps.”
And shed all the pounds she put on.
Ah, but they won’t ever be gone…
Until through the hoops, she jumps.
Resigned, she gives away her sweets…
No sweat, they aren’t her favourite treats.
But life without pasta, is not fair,
It is really more than she can bear.
She’s in denial, and dragging both feet.
But the “naked truth” is something she knows
And do those extra pounds ever show!
She tries to avoid the full length mirror,
Especially that view of her posterior
It is a fact, to the stadium, she must go!
To walk and stretch her broadened hips,
Then come back home, and zip her lips.
For women who are “past their prime”.
Getting back in shape, does take time
But to not do so… is worse than having zits.
According to our world’s youthful society
We should look great, for all eternity.
While we cannot go along with that,
Our vanity refuses to accept the fat.
Goddess… grant us all… serenity!
Good luck to all readers who, like me, are paying the price for their Guadalupe-Reyes indulgence!