Growing Together

After six months of living with you I found it amazing how we grew As the passion seemed to fade The worst signs of this charade Were the clothes I couldn’t fit into Lovemaking’s a form of exercise And then when it stopped, what a surprise I asked you if I looked fat You said, “There’s no truth in that” As you consumed even more French fries But the doctor’s scale would tell no lies Some 25 pounds my weight did rise Still you refused to believe Just continued to deceive Till friends noted YOUR increasing size By Carolyn Devonshire For Judy’s “Short Poem Contest”