The loss of my waist, a poem.
Part 1 (Recap)
Once I was a young man, slight in waist,
Who walked everywhere at a cracking pace.
The years progressed and I did digest,
Pretty much everything like an unwelcome guest.
We run for the bus and I hear a breeze,
but it’s just you wheezing and quivering at the knees.
Age and cake have settled me,
Beer and wine have matured me.
Burgers and fries have condemned me,
The time has come and I must be done.
Can someone please hide the sticky buns,
For I shall eat them all and there will be none.
Where oh where is the yum for my tum,
Oh well and ho-hum, it has begun.
Part 3 of 3 tomorrow.