'Two biscuits and an orange
for my breakfast I must say
is all I need to start
another very busy day; '
at least that's what I tell myself
as salad leaves I munch,
trying to stay positive
throughout my dreary lunch.
On and on I try to will
myself a little thinner,
but spirits flag - the flesh is weak,
I hunger for my dinner;
I'm trying to believe it
but, if honest, on the quiet,
I wish I'd never promised
to go on this blooming diet.
(Written June 2016)
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