Spare Parts
A heavy load
As we get old
That middle spread
Becomes a dread
The waist expanded
Pants extended
Cannot bend
Pants descend
Cannot wear a thong
Seems so wrong
This love handle grasp
Cannot last
With this spare tire
Losing weight becomes a desire
Exercise is my fate
Now I need a running mate.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2008
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