Fatty

Fatty.

A week goes by without a chore.

Ten sit ups in total and I’m still sore.

One month later and one stone fatter.

There’s sneaky remarks and halls filled with laughter.

One year comes and one year goes.

i can barely touch my toes.

Graduation, congratulations 

Time to feel that college sensation.

But fatty is as fatty does.

And baggage always comes with us.

Twenty years on and surprise suprise.

The scale only knows how to rise.

maybe it’s time to change my way.

I promise you, I will start on Monday.