Thin Poem by Roger Costello

Thin



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.

Friday, April 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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Cody Williamson 30 April 2010

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

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