Waist or Waste?

AuburnScribbler

If life I taste, I’ll build my waist,

but being chaste, I’ll be high placed,

by those so based, who choose the graced,

them so braced who make good haste.

 

But joy’s misplaced, ignoring paste,

a sauce does baste, all that’s placed,

thus, if I raced, it’ll be a waste,

a chance replaced, entombed, encased.

 

Though such a waist, would mean I’m chased,

would mean my space, would be debased,

yet interlaced, with social face,

will make my waste, thus no retrace.

 

So, waist or waste, what to emplace?

To be embraced, or doubled spaced?

Such troubled place, to be so faced,

with such a case, called: waist or waste?

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2024 11:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: It’s been a while since my last “same rhyme challenge” poem, so, I thought I would write another one. As you may or may not be aware, a “same rhyme challenge” poem, is harder than it sounds, and this one definitely took me a little longer than most. If you haven’t already tasked yourselves in doing one, please do so, as I think it’s a nice little test, that reaps a little creative reward. With that said, I give you this poetic question “Waist or Waste?” The question is: do you “waste” every opportunity in life, by becoming tunnel visioned, in building the body beautiful, thus, having a waist that is to die for, and is admired the world over. Or, do you gorge on everything that life has to offer, thus, not wasting any time, but in the process, you pump up a “waist”, that could explode at any moment? The choice is obviously up to you, though I do hope to find a workable balance in the matter. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I do hope that you reach a suitable answer with this, and as always, please do stay everyone.
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  • sorenbarrett

    So true a second is harder than first. A play on words and a question, Nicely done.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for your kind words sorenbarrett, they are very much appreciated.

      Too many choices, or too many opportunities to choose, to me, makes for such an unhealthy and confusing life. However, hopefully when common decency and sense are eventually utilised by the masses, some correct choices can be made eh!?

      I hope that all is well.



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