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.