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POETRY
DIET
How come girls, when you decide to diet, everything looks extra tasty? That sausage roll in Sayers window, or maybe that Danish pastry. I mean, yesterday, I just passed by them, but I wasn't on a diet then!
The pounds disappear, not for better, but for worse 'Cos they're not budging off my hips I'm spending them out of my purse, on things I wouldn't normally buy, unusual titbits that catch my eye.
Jellied eels is one thing I hate, but find myself thinking, 'wonder how they'd taste? Even questioning myself, "you wouldn't like that," as I opened a tin of food for the cat!
Perish the thought, am I going insane? This diet is causing me so much pain. But I must persevere, it'll pay off in the end I don't want to be too fat to stretch or bend.
So I draw up a menu and exercise plan and vow to stick to it the best that I can. A jacket potato, some fruit and some veg, some low fat cheese, just the tiniest wedge.
Some sit-ups and side bends, a jog, a few skips, I just want to sit down with a huge plate of chips! But I won't give in, I vow to plod on, till those extra inches I've gained are all gone.
Others can do it, so I can too, my confidence is rising, I know what to do I'll phone up a friend I've not seen in a while' she's bigger than me by far She gave up her food fads a long time ago, said, "I've had it!, you are what you are"
So we're out, all dressed up to paint the town red, and start off the night in a pub, "Come on," my mate said, "let's get out off here", and dragged me off to a club.
So we're bopping away when two blokes started over, looks like we're on for a date. As he looks straight at me, then turns to his pal and says, "I'll have her, you can have her fat mate!"
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