Fun - Holes In My Belt Poem by Paul Warren

I’ve been on a diet it is plain to see (I hope)
No cakes, milkshakes or pies for me (how sad)
I can’t bear it when I front for my meal (can’t miss it now)
I sometimes think what I eat is not real (no fat, no sugar, no taste)
Food is a pleasure I now miss every day (the flag is at half-mast)
To find what I crave there must be a way (my stomach complains)
After it is all considered the most annoying part (certainly there are others)
Is between belt holes with falling trousers wearying my heart! (each step needing to hitch up)

© Paul Warren Poetry