Why can't I have a piece of cake?
It's my Birthday party, that's being held!
I've been so disciplined with my dieting for you
I lost ten pounds, or maybe even twelve?
So what's the big deal here?
Why no cake for me to eat?
I just wanted to have a fork full or so
wasn't the whole thing I wanted to eat!
I know I've blown it other times!
fallen off the wagon, that's for sure!
But all that is in the past my dear
my life back then, is just a blur!
It's my Birthday, and I want some cake!
I've waited now, for one full year!
I want to have a bite right now!
Or is it, my getting fat, in which YOU fear?
I've tried to be all you want me to be!
thin and some, blue eyed blonde bomb shell!
Well you know that living this way my dear for you!
Is making MY life, a dieter's living HELL!
Being as it is today one would not falt you in falling off the wagon a time or two...Enjoyed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is so true.We tend to be slaves to diets and opinions.I think we forget ourselves in order to be Miss Gorgeous! Life is much more than that!