Poetry for the Self Disciplined
OH MY
Brownies, sour cream and chips - OH, MY
Adhere to our waist and hips - I CRY
I wish it weren't so
But these foods I'll forego
To be svelte in my torso and thigh - I'LL DIE
THE WORKOUT
I work out every other day,
Pump iron and tread that mill.
I wish that I could someday say
"I've buns and thighs and abs of steel."
But maybe they are hiding.
I never thought of that.
Perhaps the buns and abs and thighs
Are hid beneath the fat.
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