Buttons and Things
Oh why oh why
Do my buttons always break and fly?
I do not know
For my belly just seems to grow and grow
I try to stipend
The grownth from within
But my hunger it swells
And my will grows thin
My buttons they seem
So weak and frail
But I wonder if they
The problem entail
My waistline it stretches
And my clothes grow tighter
The harder I squeeze
My face grows whiter
These buttons they seem
To have a mind of their own
They fly off at will
And constantly must be resewn
A frustrating matter
This seemingly becomes
As I sit here befuzzled
And twiddle my thumbs
Unending discomfort
In my trousers abound
I've searched for the answer
But none's to be found
This Poem was a lovely Joint effort with my beautiful friend Skyler Dawn. We had fun making it, hope you enjoy it! :)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
