Overweight And Ageing Poem by Phil Soar

I'm naked as when I was born, but still not satisfied
The shape I am is complex, and I'm short of selfish pride
I'm standing on the bathroom scales, staring at the mirror
And realising, at my age, I need to get much thinner

It seems that on reflection, my weight has let me down
Instead of smiling at my shape, all I do is frown
My navel's like a crater that you'd find upon the moon
Maybe my belly might erupt, if I don't lose weight soon