The Birth of Girth
From a much younger man
my waistline did expand,
have no offer of excuse,
for some cookie abuse.
Simple tasks done with ease,
are no longer a breeze,
having tried, but I fail,
to even clip my toenails.
I'm quite ashamed to admit,
that I used to be fit,
dealing now, this eclipse,
of once seen naughty bits.
The new shape that is forming,
now my clothes nonconforming,
no good reason of worth,
for the birth of my girth.
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