Facing The Facts

by Claudia Jemal

All attempts to get slim at the moment seem grim

I suspect that it could be my fault

for if dessert perusal did lead to refusal

instead of just having that malt,

I would sashay around never thinking of pounds

and behave with my usual caprice

I’d incite free for alls, get appreciative calls

from designers and fashion police

My desire for chicness is dashed by my weakness

for sugar and other sweet stuff

I’d consider it wise if I could realize

in my dreams is where I will be buff.

So enchanted am I by a fresh key lime pie

or absorbed in my daydreams of cake

I get carried away by a rich creme brulee

till it’s more than I think I can take.

I am over my head with a warm loaf of bread

and transported by visions of Twinkies

and I’d forsake the truth for a small Baby Ruth

and abandon all hope to be slinky.

Though the clock is against me, the truth has incensed me.

I survey the scene of the crime.

I look down at my thighs, There is no compromise,

So much chocolate and so little time!

Message Form

Tell Claudia what you think about this web site, or any poem, or anything else that comes to mind. We welcome all of your comments and suggestions.

What kind of comment would you like to send?

Complaint Problem Suggestion Praise

What about us do you want to comment on?

required: Other:

Enter your comments in the space provided below:

Tell us how to get in touch with you:

Name      required
E-mail    required
Tel      
FAX

Please contact me as soon as possible regarding this matter.

This is the Navigation Menu For the Frames Section Of The Web
Husband Material	Home Page Frames	Feedback	Short Order Poet
Caught Again	Home Page No Frames	The Toybox	House Arrest
Facing The Facts	Order	The Gauntlet	Next Poem
Next Poem	Next Poem

Webmaster Is: