I was driving to town this morning
It was cold for it is late fall
And as I drove I notice a lady jogging
She wasn’t short nor was she tall
She was wearing black spandex pants
A jacket with a cap on her head
Jogging along, breath clouds in the air
Her poor face was a brilliant beet red
When I got home from my shopping trip
I made hot chocolate for myself
I thought about this woman’s diet and wondered
Does she keep all good food on a shelf?
Or does she eat snacks once in awhile
Perhaps that just be too brave
I have rolls around my middle AND
I’ll take my fat rolls to the grave!
Either your happy with your size or your not lol...sure we can mostly relate to this one...thanks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very brave whatever makes you happy go for it