poetry and prose

Oh Lordy,

Is that okay if I call you Lordy?

I said I’d exercise every day.. move my body to and fro, and here I am sitting on the couch, waking up too late to move.

Lordy—THE POUNDS REMAIN UNCHANGED.

And before all you readers tell me I’m fine the way I am, I’ve been there. I accept myself. But I want to be thin.

The layer of chub that’s lived on me for several years has worn out its welcome and is resistant to my eviction notice.

We are battling in court and it won’t budge.

Lordy, be the judge

And evict this sludge!

Make it go! Make it flee!

I no longer want this fat on me!

It’s time to move

And go for a run

And do some more cardio

Before the day has begun

Thanks Lordy

For listening to me whine

You’re the greatest motivator

Who cares about my rhyme