More Than Ample Poem by Stanley Cooper

More Than Ample



The potted belly of my physique
Is not exactly what I’d call sleek
This massive waistline is an example
Of over expansion that’s more than ample

Girls no longer whistle when I walk by
No longer heave a wistful sigh
I need to take a full retreat
From all those delicious tasty treats

But, can I do it? Now that’s the question
Will I overcome my food obsession?
I’m laying odds, ice cream, fruits and pies
Have put an end to those wistful sighs

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