After fifty, it seems the chubbies catch up with a lot of us.
Once I was slim,
Could run like the wind
Now I amble along
With a Santa Claus belly
My knees crick and pop
And I grumble a lot
If I have to bend down
To pick things off the floor
You would think that my body
Could live off this fat
Like a camel traversing the desert.
No such luck;
Dinner is a distant memory,
And although bedtime draws near…
Surely I’ve a snacky stowed
Around here somewhere.
My tummy is rumbly and grumply
The whole Santa Claus jiggly lot of it…
And it wants a little something before bed.
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it really annoys me that as we get older we have to eat a lot less if we want to stay slim and trim. I can REALLY relate to this poem
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