MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Belly’

disappearing waistline
weight of extra pounds
restricted breathing
wheezing sounds

water in the kettle
boiled to drink
per wisdom of sages
makes ones belly shrink

armed by soft tissue
cells of squishy fat
cover years of abuse
one reason for that

search for solutions
slim shake that fails
give it a try and then
buy larger scales

Read by the author

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Jelly Beings’

constant movement
in the belly
butterflies on the rise

sitting around
doing not much
avoiding exercise

youtube addicted
seldom watching telly
ignorant or wise

a tall order
to be merry
with tears in the eyes

becoming too much
of a jelly
to stop would be wise

Poem read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Ever Growing Body’

Ever Growing Body

Fat cells stretched to the max
Roaming about the fridge
Having just eaten lunch
Dessert is due next

A sweet ambition
To reverse time
Dressed in sweatpants
Food constant on the mind

Munch crunch munch
Grossly overweight
Rolling down the kitchen
Getting harder to inhale

What is the last straw
Of this food obsession
No will to stop
Turning into a ‘Buddha’

Sedentary lifestyle
No need to get anywhere
No need to walk too far
Thinking about not much

Food for instant gratification
Of the current situation
Satisfaction on the tongue
Tip of the Iceberg only

Growing ever larger body
Expansion of the cells
Pops up a scene from M Python’s
”The Meaning Of Life”

Nobody to blame
Starting tomorrow

Diet or die fat