Buttons and Things
Oh why oh why
Do my buttons always break and fly?
I do not know
For my belly just seems to grow and grow
I try to stipend
The grownth from within
But my hunger it swells
And my will grows thin
My buttons they seem
So weak and frail
But I wonder if they
The problem entail
My waistline it stretches
And my clothes grow tighter
The harder I squeeze
My face grows whiter
These buttons they seem
To have a mind of their own
They fly off at will
And constantly must be resewn
A frustrating matter
This seemingly becomes
As I sit here befuzzled
And twiddle my thumbs
Unending discomfort
In my trousers abound
I've searched for the answer
But none's to be found
This Poem was a lovely Joint effort with my beautiful friend Skyler Dawn. We had fun making it, hope you enjoy it! :)
Copyright © Neil Ofarrell | Year Posted 2012
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