Regretting Cake
Don’t eat cake, they said; it goes to your hips
That’d be sexy, I think and lick the cream on my lips
Don’t eat cake, they said; it goes to your thigh
A little cushion on those matchsticks I can’t deny
I ate seconds with cream so yummy
It sat layered on my once flat tummy
Making it protrude in bulk out of my jeans
Now I know what a muffin top means
As crunches and planks make me ache
Oh! I regret those pieces of cake
Written on :08/02/2016
Contest:'Regretting Cake' by Julia Ward
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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