Why I Cry Poem by Phil Soar

To justify the reason that I cry
I wrote upon the inside of my thigh
A few expletives written with a pen
That I would look at every now and then
It told of flabby skin and excess weight
Reflecting all the stuff I always ate
And now my age has crept upon my life
I wobble like a penguin and his wife
If I had taken time to ascertain
Why I stuff my face each time it rains
I'd know by now I have myself to blame
And I should cry and hang my head in shame.