The Art Of Losing - Poem by Ruth Walters
I would stroll, stubbornly along, po-faced,
hands in pockets, slight scowl, defiant, slouching.
Well after all I never won a race,
so my mind made up, I threw the towel in.
Nobody ever noticed me finish
it was a no brainer, I wasn't cool
they made me feel like a heap of rubbish
so I made losing an art while at school.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I was c.rap
there's no escaping the plain old fact
I couldn't chase after a pure mink cap
for my legs all wobbled, I was so fat!
Since then however I've discovered men
cook yourself slim and become a size ten!
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