Fat & Fifty - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
I can only remember the days
when I was somewhat swift & rather nifty.
Now I’ve left those days behind
& all I am left with is this behind!
Do I look big in this?
(Yes! Yes! Yes!)
Now I feel so small
& can hardly move at all.
I remember I could be oh so slightly naughty
now I’m just rather unsightly.
The only thing I can enjoy in bed
is a good book & a hot Horlicks.
Have I really come to this?
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