I'm livin' on my own now.
Thus - I gobble like a gannet
and dribble like a drunk,
the art of table manners
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A great little fun poem and a great attitude about your condition. A direct, down to earth write. I can't gain a pound. tell me how.. A joy to read
Hmmm, me too Sally. Need to curb my appetite, but it is so hard. Perhaps we should go on a joint diet. Love the poem, good fun.
Hi! Val. Weight is often o problem with me. Chocolate is the problem. Thanks for your interest.
This poem walking lines with fun imagination, and at the end you unleashed your wisdom in your heart...fat maybe thicken our skin but it cant reduce our heart feeling inside! _Soul
You go for it Sally a tisket a tasket fill your little basket...very funny getting fat thnx for the smiles, may I suggest dancing in the dark! regards
I really enjoyed this poem very satirical in style' thnx for sharing.
Smashing poem Sally.And there's me thinking you were a slim svelte super model!
I know this too well I gave up smoking and living alone at the same time not good. Made laugh, but had a serious side too Great poem 10/10 BB =: OD
Getting fat, because of living on your own or 'gobbling like a gannet? 'Now I'll have to start a diet that will ease my guilt as well.' Do it soon Sally, and let us have another poem on the result!
I’d love a skinny poem. I doubt it, though. Thanks for your interest.