There is a scale in my bathroom,
That lies to me.
That needle just zooms,
To where it should'nt be.
It's there on the floor,
Just laughing at me,
Till I head for the door,
And disgusted I flee.
I know it is lying,
I can't weigh this much.
Maybe the scale was spying,
When I had my lunch.
8/4/10 Alton Texas
Juan, we must have bought our scales at the same place because mine also lies to me. My birthday is today and I refuse to look at the scales that lie to me. Congrats on a great poem. Your friend, Lynn
You made me laugh, Juan-. (not an easy thing to achieve, these days) Congrats! Laura
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems we all have the same scales, but i can also swear my husband bought my full lenth mirror from one of those fun houses because it is definitely not me i see in it. Great poem Juan can only be a ten.