ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

DOWNSIZING

I'll give it to you straight !
alarm that I can't overstate;
the doc forecasts a dire fate,
unless I lose some weight.

They'll nail me in a crate
and I'll be known hence as "the late "
I will have passed my use by date
unless I lose some weight.

But when I contemplate
the agony to change my state
and make my corpulence abate;
I just can't lose that weight.

Please ! someone demonstrate
a painless way to orchestrate
reversing my expansion rate.
I might be off to Heaven's Gate
unless I lose some weight.

Cheat!

Just don't ate, mate!!

Ron

I've told you before Neville - get a dog!!

The diet of Princess Kate?
or some low fat burly bait.
Maybe use a smaller plate?
or your size could indicate
instead of overweight
it's air so just deflate?
Or it might neccessitate
your taste buds destimulate,
so you could contemplate
a stomach stapling, mate

Nice poem fatty

Thanks Marty Ron. Not quite cheating Heather , It's an old one revised and edited this week.

Perhaps you're just in an expansive mood these day Neville.

Terry

As long as he's not deflated!

How would eating a dog help Heather ?





Bob

oH bOB, YOU OLD sILLy - THE DOG is FOR wALkING......but I THINK YOu knew THAT really DIDN'T you?