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About This Poem
the joys of a slimming club
They promise it is personal
No –one knows your weight
You step trembling on the scales
To hear the awful fate
You’ve put a kilo on she says
With a bell on every tooth
Been a naughty girl have we
We had better take a look
You sit around her on your chair
Waiting for the truth to emerge
You clap the clever ones who lost weight
For you it will be a dirge
Now then come on admit it
What have we had naughty this week
She goes through your eating list
Me I can hardly speak
Ahh here it is she says triumphantly
You dared to eat some duck
With orange sauce I do not doubt
Geez I thought just my luck
No I said it was the bananas
In milk shake everyday
Cos I had tonsillitis
I just about could say
Just like a child at christmas
I promised to be good
Losing some kilos next week
Just better forget about food.
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