Only a man of his girthiness
Can show me my own worthiness.
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.
Girth.
Don was born on this Earth,
On an island at end of a firth,
Near the warm end of their hearth.
Since right from day of birth,
He had an appreciable girth,
There was absolutely no dearth
Among his folks of joyful mirth,
Leaving Don with no sense of worth.
***
Dated 3/10/2022.
I wish to speak for the cause of women now in menopause.
I once heard a man joke or may be it was just a poke.
What really does this stage cause?
Do men now look but yet they pause?
I went thru it so long ago.
It's just a natural ebb and flow.
It causes some changes quite unknown.
I think perhaps my whore did moan.
I never went on hrt's, just let it happen naturally.
I had no rages, no extra fire.
My girth grew wider, my skin grew drier.
I think perhaps that God must jest as suddenly I got my breasts.
It keeps them looking wouldn't you know and saves me from
seeing what happened below.
Mountains of Biscuits
Oceans of sausage gravy
Waist of the World
Many moons have I seen since my birth,
left a footprint or two on the earth.
You can tell this is so
from above and below
if you look at my planet-like girth.
drops of rain
receiving green
astounding ripples
her love rippling
in my tormented
heart healing
white flower with
red in the middle
her sacred space
we are unlearnng
in the depth of
her dreams
white horses gliding
on the edge of the
blue waves
green sea is drinking
the girth of our
passion
When you make your wife into a baby machine
You can’t complain there’s not enough food to eat
I mean, what were you thinking with ten kids to feed?
Food would fall from the sky? Rain eggs, bread, or meat?
You had to have known, say by three kids or four,
That you would eventually need MORE food than before
Don’t act like you’re stupid, it’s plain to see
That what you really wanted, was a sex machine
Damn the consequences, the babies that came
Who cares if they starve? Certainly you’re not to blame
10/17/11 - posted 4/4/12
Susan Burch
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