Short Cellulite Poems
Short Cellulite Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cellulite by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cellulite by length and keyword.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
why are all my clothes too small?
Please mask my cellulite and fat profusion,
with the magic of optical delusion.
Aging is not for the faint of heart
smile lines bags and cellulite sags
Your butt begins to fall apart
As your mind matures wisdom hacks.
Sleep Tight
all his heroes wore costumes at night
wrapped around all their muscles so tight
his chances grew slim
at an outcome so grim
when his costume exposed – cellulite
John G. Lawless
5/21/2015
Pouching out in all the wrong places
Changes expressions on people’s faces
For sugar sweet on your lips
Puts cellulite on your hips
Never to win, swimsuit’s social graces
For: Battle of the Bulge Limericks
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed # 6
Our love is discreet,
Cellulite can's be beat,
That would be a ripper,
If I were a female stripper,
Romance-inherent in our race,
Love has a beautiful face,
Express true feelings.
Your rose sent me reeling,
Enchanting magic fills the air,
Love appears anywhere!
Fatty deposits
called CELLULITE mostly plague
the pelvic region
Beg your pardon sir?
Oh, I see! It’s CELLULAR
Let’s try this again…
Fatty deposits
called CELLULAR mostly plague
the pelvic region
For the 'Cellular Reality' contest sponsored by Marvin Celestial
Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes
Of obligations
And guilty consciences
Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets
Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces
Tis the season of lighter pockets
And heavier souls
Ask and you shall receive
Her day on the sand had begun
Her cellulite needed a tan
She hadn't a care
She ignored all the stares
Thinking..."Life is a beach!!" in the sun!
A man strolling by closed his eyes
A woman made fun of her thighs
The children all laughed...
A dog bit her a___ !!
But she still had the time of her life !!
Every work of art has a bit of cellulite.
The perspective is off:
a comma misplaced
a disjointed ending to a play
a cracked pirouette
an unexploded ordinance
Every masterpiece has imperfection.
Observe everything from a distance.
Then flaws turn into perfection...
Cellulite becomes rippled silky deception.
The thing's you hate i love vice versa
To me what you see as faults
Your stretch marks , scars , cellulite
and freckles
I am unable to see when just 1 single unassuming glance or smile comes across your face then my way
Because in that moment nothing else matters
You are the beginning the end
And the jam and cream in the middle
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Cellulite and stretch marks
Body perfect, that is me
I turn to the left and then to the right
My butt is way too big
But my tummy gave me a fright
I laughed out loud and nearly choked
I looked like a naked camel
Who needed to be stroked
I see my beauty and yes my flaws
If there has to be gravity
There has to be certain laws
Laugh at yourself
Hug yourself tight
Love every inch of you
Laugh aloud-despite...