The shelves are lined, with alluring delights,
that satisfy my cravings, many days and nights.
Potato chips, peanuts, popcorn, and sweets,
us lucky Americans, have plenty of treats.
I struggled for months, to lose the weight,
after exceeding my goal, I faced my fate.
The pounds slowly returned, despite some care,
but in the end, I lost control, life is so unfair.
I come from a family, that fights the pounds,
at mealtime, we expect to consume second rounds.
Now, the belly is growing, as my waist expands,
my underwear and pants stretch against their bands.
During the winter, my bulk protects from the cold,
look at Santa Claus, he’s still healthy and old.
In the summer, I will commence a new work out,
but for now, I will just eat my treats and pout.
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Poem by David Andre Davison