HiyaWaffle poem in TROCHEES for  With Apologies

Oh I wish that I was younger

In my twenties or my thirties

Then I wouldn’t need to hunger

For a trim and sylph-like figure

Hunger to be slim and pretty

Like the girls seen on the telly

When I eat my cake.

Oh, I used to do aerobics

In the gym I used to practise

Round and round I used to thunder

Back and forwards I would thunder

Burning up the fat and blubber

From the latest binge of goodies

That I sat and ate.

Though I struggle with the wii-fit

Round and round I hula hoopy

How I wave my arms akimbo!

Like some half-demented bimbo

Though my meals are really tiny

Still my fat bits won’t forsake me

Faithful to the end.

Oh, I know that I’m much slower

Can’t do jogging, hiking, running.

Aching, creaking joints complaining

Heartbeat crashing in my ribcage

beating faster and my breathing

wheezing, coughing, gasping heaving

as my body hits the floor.

Try the face-packs then, the botox

Cover up the flaws and wrinkles

Scarves and make-up, corsets, lipo…..

suction off the excess baggage

Oh the awful excess baggage

Concentrate on active brain cells

Better try and find a few!

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