Poem about getting in shape

Desert Dessert


Weight reading  high,

Scale breathes a sigh.

Salad is served,

no sweets deserved.


Friend brings a pie.

Catches my eye.

Getting my plate,

Then stop, say WAIT!


Can’t eat dessert.

desire desert

My clothes don’t fit

I must diet.


Diets don’t work,

They’re just a quirk.

Must change routine

If to be lean.


Walk, run a mile.

Do for a while.

Eat a small bite

Dessert sized right


Clothes fitting right,

Look a good sight.

Still weigh a lot,

But in shape got.

–                  – June Nash

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