I’m having a sale this week,
A deal on my fat cells.
They hang out on my hips.
They’re not welcome there at all.
I do what I can.
I really do try.
Eat the right things.
Get plenty of exercise.
Would like to find the switch,
On this fixture, but not a light.
It’s the white fat cells,
Of unwanted cellulite.
Lipocytes compose,
Adipose tissue.
Cells that store the fat,
The meat of the issue.
It’s energy that we need,
To keep us going.
Mine likes me so much,
My waist just keeps growing.
Don’t get me wrong,
There’s nothing wrong with curves.
But, having too much fat,
What use does it serve?
There are two kinds of fat.
That’d be white and brown.
I’d like to find the excess,
On someone else be found.
I’m going to try my best.
Trick my cells into shrinking.
I’ll check out the phone book,
For a fat shrinking magician.
I guess the science says,
It’s up to hormones, enzymes.
Stored fat gets released,
Hopefully from my thighs.
From there I'm very hopeful,
That all is well and working.
Can now look forward,
To physically fit twerking.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2016 06:01
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Great write
Thanks. Know anyone in the market for some fat cells? Ha ha only kidding😊
Welcome
I loved this! Very cute! LOL
Thanks I'm not worried about selling too much because I'm sure it's going to find its way back after the holidays thanks for reading ha ha 😉
My conclusion is that should there be famine or other catastrophe that those with more adipose tissue would preserve the species. Any way I love you but I'm not buying white nor brown. Nicely done.
Shoot!🤓Right back at ya!
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