"I will not let the texture of my fur and the number of my legs dictate whether or not I can write poetry."
- Daisy, Feb 2010

Saturday 2 October 2010

WeightWatchers, Doggy-Style


Just the one for me today,
I’m trying to watch my weight.
I’m not the sprite I was, you see,
With just a six inch waist.
Just the one for me right now,
I’m going for a run.
Well, “dawdle” is more accurate,
A run is not so fun.
Just the one for me today,
I shouldn’t but I will.
The grapefruit I had earlier
Did make me feel quite ill.
Just the one for me, I think,
It looks a tasty treat,
But on closer inspection
I see that it contains wheat.
Just one more for me? Ok,
But then I have to dash:
My jeans were so damn tight today
I came out in a rash.
Just one more for me - why not?
It’s rude to eat and split.
The diet starts tomorrow,
You can make a note of it.
Just one more for me, for sure!
I’ll take another bite.
How can treats be wrong when they
Do taste so very right?
Just one more for me, old man,
Oh, go on, just one more?
You can’t withhold them now, you fiend,
Oh, please, I do implore!
Come back here with that pack, old man,
Now, listen, give it here,
I want those treats inside me, Sir,
I’ll chase you, have no fear!
Don’t make me gallop after you, I
Can run oh-so-fast!
Don’t put those snacks away, my friend,
Don’t you dare leave this park!
Don’t drive off just ignoring me
Oh, wow. You did. That’s rich.
Excuse me while I pause just here,
Those treats gave me a stitch.