The Trouser Leg of Hell
I have measured out my life with tablespoons
Except for some rash pinches here and there
Seems I've eaten far too many macaroons
I'll down six Diet Cokes to make repair
Yet still I break the scales--oh, foul fate!
I can no longer see my pubic hair
My state would make a liposuctor salivate
I've had to reinforce my favourite chair
I try to dole out rancour with a thimble
Except for so-called friends who lie and cheat
I would horse-whip them all, were I more nimble,
Instead I guzzle Diet Cokes. And eat
Oh, how I wish that I too could be 'fun-sized'
Except for some choice bulges here and there
Instead of being told I block the sunrise
And that it takes six tents to make my underwear
I find I can't abide to eat Ryvita
I prefer something more fatty and sweeter
While others might be sassier and sexier
My charms are much more subtle and complexier
Contributors: | apologies to eliot, Kansas Sam, F, Fatty, ellie, Ethetran, Beefy, fester, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 18th September 2003. |