As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I just authored a few of these poems but most were composed by a very dear friend who was a volunteer at Diet Masters for 22 years. It was self published by me in 1984 and is probably the only book of its kind.
WISH IT COULD BE ME
I think that I shall never see
A thinner, slimmer, slender me.
A me whose hunger's gone to rest,
Who need not face the grueling test.
A me disdaining things that pad
My hips and thighs, and make me mad.
A me who's cool and serenely able
To push away from any table.
A me who'd nibble on zucchini
Able to wear a string bikini.
Verses are made by fools like me
Who can't control a calorie.
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LET TRUMPETS BLARE
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
Mama's lost weight, as sure as your born.
She looks like a movie star,
Thin as can be.
It's hard to recall her
At one-ninety-three.
WISH IT COULD BE ME
I think that I shall never see
A thinner, slimmer, slender me.
A me whose hunger's gone to rest,
Who need not face the grueling test.
A me disdaining things that pad
My hips and thighs, and make me mad.
A me who's cool and serenely able
To push away from any table.
A me who'd nibble on zucchini
Able to wear a string bikini.
Verses are made by fools like me
Who can't control a calorie.
*********************************************************************************************************************
LET TRUMPETS BLARE
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
Mama's lost weight, as sure as your born.
She looks like a movie star,
Thin as can be.
It's hard to recall her
At one-ninety-three.
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