Poem about my bottom.
I can’t stand today.
I’m packing to go away.
To a place that is new and exotic.
Don’t get me wrong,
I was having fun.
Until I tried on my favourite outfit.
See It’s been a little while
since i’ve flown a pretty mile.
And I guess I’ve got porky since then.
My clothes do not fit,
Unless I struggle for a bit
But just breathing it in won’t help me.
I swear they’ve just shrunk,
No it can’t be the junk
I’ve been eating all over the winter.
I counted the numbers
And ate some cucumbers.
I can’t let it be my mistake.
People compliment my arse
and that can’t be a farce (right?)
No I can’t have gained extra, I just can’t.
If I’d have know that my snacks
Would have stopped my tracks,
When preparing my outfits for holiday.
I would have thought a little more
about opening that door
And letting those biscuits fly in.
I want to take it back
I can’t stand this bottom fat.
But I guess I’ll have to welcome it home.
You see, I do love my clothes,
But as my bottom grows
They’ll just have to move up a new size.
I can’t help gobble up
I just can get enough.
Biscuits are delicious and I don’t care who knows it.
I’ve put on a few inches
But I’ve tried my butt clenches.
So I guess I’m just staying this way.
So put your eyes forward,
Unless you want to be tortured.
Because my backside is here to stay.