Big Guy

It’s odd how you feel, inside of your skin, you seldom feel fat or think you can’t win that dreamiest girl or beautiful time filler, until you walk past an uncovered mirror. That cannot be me, there’s too much to see! How could I have broken a size sixty-three? A fairly nice face and competent smile, Who cares if my belt length measures a mile? A bit like John Candy, rotund and quite funny, Or something like Harvey, that huggable bunny. I don’t have deep cash, some manly O. Winfrey, Or a special package, like naughty Ron Jeremy. But know there are some who like them a bear, A guy who will take up more than one chair, So if that is you, why not give me a ring, And find out if big man is really your thing.

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/7/2013 5:32:00 PM

This is sure cute. I do like guys with big appetites!! Can't stand the ones that eat like little birds, less than ME. I imagine a lumberjack or something. Do you work outdoors? Really like your poem.

Jim Tidd
Date: 10/7/2013 10:59:00 PM

Also, feel free to criticize my poems. I tend to be more lyrical, which many do not like.

Jim Tidd
Date: 10/7/2013 10:57:00 PM

Thank you. A little exaggeration, of course, but it reflects what I think many people feel. . .a denial of what they know to be reality about themselves in favor of a more positive image they find easier to live with. And, no, I work indoors, for a small reference book company.