Lockdown Weight Poem by Phil Soar

My shorts no longer fit me
I can't get the buttons to meet
I weighed myself, and now it's hit me
I struggle to see my own feet
It's gotten so bad since the lockdown
All I do is stuff my face
And the food she's supplied, has gone to my thighs
And my stomach's all over the place
So I need to get back to the 'normal'
Make more of an effort to slim
Then maybe I'll wear something formal
When I get back home from the gym