Getting Fat Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Getting Fat
I'm livin' on my own now.
Thus - I gobble like a gannet
and dribble like a drunk,
the art of table manners
has now become defunct.
I feed in food ferociously
and drink my juice sporadically,
this treatment is methodical
so my body's growing fat.
The mirror wasn't lying
when it called me roly-poly,
it said 'you're being greedy,
you should think about the hungry
who are starving way in Africa-'
I know that very hell.
Now I'll have to start a diet
that will ease my guilt as well.
A great little fun poem and a great attitude about your condition. A direct, down to earth write. I can't gain a pound. tell me how.. A joy to read
Hmmm, me too Sally. Need to curb my appetite, but it is so hard. Perhaps we should go on a joint diet. Love the poem, good fun.
Hi! Val. Weight is often o problem with me. Chocolate is the problem. Thanks for your interest.
This poem walking lines with fun imagination, and at the end you unleashed your wisdom in your heart...fat maybe thicken our skin but it cant reduce our heart feeling inside! _Soul
You go for it Sally a tisket a tasket fill your little basket...very funny getting fat thnx for the smiles, may I suggest dancing in the dark! regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Getting fat, because of living on your own or 'gobbling like a gannet? 'Now I'll have to start a diet that will ease my guilt as well.' Do it soon Sally, and let us have another poem on the result!
I’d love a skinny poem. I doubt it, though. Thanks for your interest.