Roger Costello

Rookie - 4 Points (West London G.B.)

Thin - Poem by Roger Costello

When I was thin, life was fun.
When I was thin, girls looked at me.
When I was thin, clothes fitted me.
When I was thin, I could run.

Now I'm FAT life's a pain.
I puff and blow like train.
Nobody gives me a second glance.
I wander about like a fart in a trance.

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  • (4/30/2010 4:53:00 PM)

    An understandable pain, which I unfortunately understand. I use to feel that way! Great poem sharing such emotion! Keep penning! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 30, 2010

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