Mary Swingler Poet Rhyme

Battle of the Bulge

I am locked in armed combat,
Fighting against my body fat.
I continue to take aim,
Against my abundant frame.

Jogging up and down a hill
Exhausted from my treadmill.
These can not alleviate,
My BMI or obese weight.

My chances of becoming slim
Are looking very grim.
If I don’t shrink my derriere,
It soon won’t fit in any chair.

Am I a porky pig,
because my bones are big?
My stomach is a bottomless pit.
Is that why my clothes don’t fit?

I can’t seem to lose this weight.
 My girth is great, it won’t deflate
I am a mess and so depressed,
I need ice cream to get de-stressed.

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Rahy Hy November 19, 2015 at 8:36 AM I need an ice cream to distress too :) Well constructed Mary! Brought a smile to my face. Love, Rahy Mary Swingler November 19, 2015 at 8:46 AM I am please that my poem touched your heart in some way.

Lindsay Laurie November 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM Hello Mary... thanks for the giggle Mary although it ain't funny for a victim. I trust the ice cream was great - Lindsay Mary Swingler November 19, 2015 at 12:02 AM My satirical attempt at humor. Being overweight is a serious health problem. This poem was not a lack of appreciation; it was my feeble attempt to write a humorous poem.