WEIGHT WATCHER'S HERE I COME...!!!

Oh golly I am off my trolly
With all this weight
It takes heaps out of me
and I can hardly leap
to and fro
I have to climb mountains
But my feet will not carry
me.
So I guess I will just have to
dilly dally all day long
My these food cravings
are  out of control
Greg's the bakers
they are certainly
takers, all that fat
don't they even care
Only one thing for it.
Its back to weight watchers again.
Try if I must
But I definitely need to try much harder
What for might I ask.
My health if I want to live
Into my ripe old age.
Pardon Me
Stop giving me Your excuses
Okay You are excused this time.
But I must get right back on track.
Before I look like a sack..... 

Reviews

[Mary]

I like this poem. I think it could be a wonderful humerus argument between your (our) two selves (one that wants to be size 2 and the other that just wants the Reese's). I once read the following :Men think women want to meet the right person and live happily ever after...pssshhh! Women really want to eat as much as they want and not get fat! Really enjoyed your poem and could relate very well.

[Marie]

This is funny. But I know being overweight is o laughing matter. I wrote a story called "Weighty Matters", which I haven't posted yet, and it isn't funny.