Disclaimer: By this poem I do not mean any disrespect to anyone. I just had a mental image of a character who achieves a perfect spherical form, and the general idea is - willingly making sacrifices in order to grow. People of all sizes can strive to become their ideal of a perfect sphere!!

My corpulence unbound, unchained:
Deliquescent shame unrestrained.
Alack! It melts, but more is gained.
Alack! It's back, and more's attained.
The profane form - porcine, indeed.
Gormless am I, as is ordained.
Alack! Mine fat is uncontained.
The gormless form is unconstrained.

No, don't confine! Instead exceed!
Surfeit with which mineself to feed!

A putrescence unbound, unfeigned:
Olfactory fulsomeness unwaned.
Potty training sorely lacking,
So, alack! with shrieking! Snapping!
Oh, alack! a poor sign indeed:
Surfeit of fulsomeness unbound
escapes from this mine contour round
with sickly saccharine scent and sound.

No, don't deride! Instead concede
to effervescent blameless greed!

More is lost, yet more is gained
Sweat drops 'neath this mine body craned
and bent, by exudation stained,
yet unspent and I shant be shamed!
All foison, and all abundance,
glut my gut, meat, mind, my tendons,
though separate once are now alloyed:
augmented me! The-rotund spheroid.

No, do not hide! Do not recede!
Hearken to my corpulence creed!
More is lost, yet more is gained:
My corpulence unbound, unchained!

Tags: week 41 2024, View by:Sir Bunting