Shapes now and Shapes to come,
Decadence, comes in a bun.
Donuts, Pizzas,
Round our shape,
Buns and Burgers,
Bursting Buttons,
Shirts of gluttons,
Overweight!
Running heavy,
Running late.
Rounded Earth,
More round our waist,
USA, you're out of pace,
Swinging down,
Out of the race.
Donuts, Pizzas,
Tootsie Rolls,
That's the way the body grows,
'Hey Jose, we're running low,
Please, bring out the Chili bowls.'
Cripes! And I just had two bowls of my own gourmet home-made venison chili! But this poem was my dessert!
I love it! Somehow I just knew from your title what the subject of the poem would be and was not disappointed. Well done.
Now Sandra, you just ruined my Christmas party! ! ! And...you've just divulged you are a skinny lady! I'm not giving up any of my secrets!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is clever and funny. Guess what. I can listen to this poem with a guilt free conscience. To Wit: Two summers ago when I weighed an unhealthy 230 lbs and had diabetes, my brother-in-law convinced me to take a HEALTH AND FOOD MANAGEMENT course. By teaching us about good food and getting off the bad food, the instructors prom ised, Oh, yeah, you'll lose weight too, but the important thing is your diet will be healthy. I lost 61 lbs and have kept it off. I saw my doctor today and he said, Daniel, you're a diabetic without symptoms. Hurray! (A glaring example of self-promotion, but in our obese society such a story as mine should give hope to others. It's not just my story. It's the story a culture with terrible eating habits, making horrendous choices. Amen.)