Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Slightly Fat

I heard about a study
Which had proof that where it’s at,
In terms of living longest,
Is to be just slightly fat.

When one weighs sixty pounds too much,
That person is obese.
The chances of a lengthy life
Have started to decrease.

But someone who is overweight
By up to thirty pounds
May outlive all the skinny folk,
As crazy as it sounds.

There’s cause for celebration
For the chubby and the plump;
And dieters may pack it in,
For science holds the trump!

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Mike Dailey January 6, 2013 at 11:29 AM This news made my day when I read it. I will keep my extra 20 lbs. and be happy about it. Mike

Demetrios Trifiatis January 4, 2013 at 4:54 AM Well, more pounds, more love to give and more to receive. That is my kind of poetry fleshy and full. Beautifully written and wonderfully presented! Thank you.

Robert Pettit January 3, 2013 at 4:54 PM For women, being overweight may be detrimental health wise, but they feel so good when I hold them in my arms. As usual, you have written a great poem.

Andrea Dietrich January 3, 2013 at 11:00 AM Yes yes yes, I'm IN!!!!! yayyy, thanks for this one!

Kathryn Collins January 3, 2013 at 7:31 AM Well, Ilene, I just can't believe everything I read. I prefer 60 lbs. overweight adds 60 years to my life. Fat and 127. What a frightful combo. A joy to read you as always. Kathy

Harry Horsman January 3, 2013 at 7:11 AM this is better than a happy new year, i may just qualify.. like this wonderful poem...

Kaye S- January 3, 2013 at 7:08 AM This is something new learned for me today, thanks for sharing, Ilene! And last December was one month to get plump... let me go eat some more pizza now... Thank you Ilene for passing by my poems and for your very kind words.

Jon A Cavanaugh January 2, 2013 at 11:25 PM Ilene you have written another wonderful poem. I absolutely love your poems. You are definitely my muse. We all need a little fat to keep us insulated / to stimulate immunities / and our heart un-fibrillated / we need chocolate also and a contented wife / as the magic tonic for a long and healthy life

Robert Johnson January 2, 2013 at 5:07 PM So if I lose ten I can eat again. I'll see what I can do. But sadly, I'll never begin for I truly love to chew. You'd think they'd have this figured out with all that we have learned. But I think we've all conceded that it's fat that must be burned.

Jack Ellison January 2, 2013 at 4:54 PM Hmmm! So my 40 pound weight loss in the last six months is all for naught? Oh well I think I'm still in the 30 pound overweight range anyway so I can still celebrate, right! LOL

Toquyen Harrell January 2, 2013 at 4:03 PM It is a green light to chow down, Ilene? Lol. Okay, I will take your word on it. I don't need any more excuses, ha ha. Too funny, lady! Love ya, Toquyen

Brenda Atry January 2, 2013 at 2:39 PM I love this poem more than a cheese Danish!