Brain and Cake.
I'm quite concerned about my weight,
It's been increasing some, of late.
I'm having trouble with my clothes,
The cakes don't help I do suppose.
I used to think I was quite fit,
But now I've got these flabby bits.
If I care to look around
My arse is dragging on the ground.
I think that it must be my age,
My tiny brain will not engage.
My fingers tremble over keys,
Accompanied by knocking knees.
I do not want to frighten you,
Just because I'm feeling blue.
It's just, I've had these thoughts before,
And, bugger me, I'm twenty four! !
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