Vanity Fantasy

My fat is falling
My fat is falling
  I have falling fat

My fat is falling
My fat is falling
  My diet is Jack Sprat's

My ribs now show
My ribs now show
  My metabolism flows

I see my toes
I see my toes
  I fit into my clothes
  
Now I'm lean
Now I'm lean
  Skinny wolverine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
May 16, 2020 at 6:53 AM
Skinny Wolverine! Wow! Great!
Faulkner Avatar
May 15, 2020 at 12:29 PM
I see my toes - something about that line sticks with me (and gives my feet a beat!) Time to grab my tennis shoes :)
Wolf Avatar
May 15, 2020 at 12:40 PM
You get your tennis shoes; I'll get my sneakers. Then we can go toe-to-toe. lol. Thanks, Michelle
Rodrigues Avatar
May 14, 2020 at 10:48 PM
LOL...congratulations Jack! ;)
Wolf Avatar
May 15, 2020 at 8:59 AM
Thank you so much. Feels great. ~ Action Jackson
Cunningham Avatar
May 14, 2020 at 4:36 PM
If only lol, many are comfort eating in lockdown, if it carries on much longer they won't get through the front door. Tom
Wolf Avatar
May 14, 2020 at 9:22 PM
Those comfort-eaters are stressed out; not me. Lucky, I guess. :) gw
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