Weighing Options Poem by Ima Ryma

New Year's Day, the wife did remind
Me that I was still overweight.
She made the joke that was not kind
Of how last New Year I did state
I would lose twenty pounds for sure,
Year end, only thirty to go.
She smiled, and I resented her
Telling me a fact I did know.
Then she had the gall to say that
I needed to way up my goal
Of pounds to lose in excess fat,
Resolve to get more weight control.

Remove more excess fat, of course
I resolve to get a divorce.