I have posted this in the MPSIMS’s weight loss thread (at the end of a longish post), but I wanted to share it here for its literary value, such as it is. NOTE: This bit of silliness in no way indicates a lack of respect for Mr. Frost.
Ode to My Butt
Where my butt went I do not know.
It has completely vanished, though.
I’m sure last week that it was here.
I guess that’s just the way it goes.
My melting fat fills me with cheer,
Though some came from my bubbly rear.
Still, I don’t think that it’s quite jake
That my butt’s no longer a cute sphere.
I have avoided bread and cake
‘Cause my knees had begun to ache,
And I had some pudgy creep.
I knew my heart health was at stake.
The Atkins diet is not cheap,
But rewards I have begun to reap.
Still, I wish that my buns I could keep.
I wish that my buns I could keep.