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Tomorrow I’ll start my diet again. I say disgustedly to a friend. No point today, I already wobbled. The chocolates were asking to be gobbled. What’s one more day of aching knees? Hey hon, could you pass the cheese? Why do they make these clothes so small? No room to move in this dressing stall! I’m too tired now to exercise - plus It worsens the chaffing of my thighs. Yes, please! To extra whipping cream. We can add panels and take out the seams. I deserve a splurge and to treat myself!! One more nibble for my mental health? Is it just me, or does my belly look round? Stripes should face up not lying down . These jeans must have shrunk in the dryer? Tilt the camera angel down. Hold it higher! Airplane seats keep getting smaller. Why wasn’t I born just a little bit  taller? Hey babe, would you grab  me a beer? I’ll start my diet again in the New Year. There won’t be any excuses then.
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Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
Excuses
Tomorrow I’ll start my diet again. I say disgustedly to a friend. No point today, I already wobbled. The chocolates were asking to be gobbled. What’s one more day of aching knees? Hey hon, could you pass the cheese? Why do they make these clothes so small? No room to move in this dressing stall! I’m too tired now to exercise - plus It worsens the chaffing of my thighs. Yes, please! To extra whipping cream. We can add panels and take out the seams. I deserve a splurge and to treat myself!! One more nibble for my mental health? Is it just me, or does my belly look round? Stripes should face up not lying down . These jeans must have shrunk in the dryer? Tilt the camera angel down. Hold it higher! Airplane seats keep getting smaller. Why wasn’t I born just a little bit  taller? Hey babe, would you grab  me a beer? I’ll start my diet again in the New Year. There won’t be any excuses then.
christy-5
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F/London
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
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