A Piece of Tape
There was a lovely piece of tape
Who’d dreamt of getting into shape
It often thought «Why am I so round?»
Seeing thin pencils on the ground.
One day it saw a pretty pen
And started being sad again.
-Perhaps for me to be as slim
Is worth to train hard in the gym.
The tape was exercising hard.
A year passed but no result.
-Perhaps I’m born to be this way
It doesn’t matter what I weigh.
Copyright © Victoria Stasiv | Year Posted 2017
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