Weight

A Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Graphic Node on Unsplash

As I step on the scale

I cringe, for I know

That the tale

Is one that is a huge no

How was this rigged

How did this happen

Was it because I digged

Into that pan of goo goo gai pan

I know I am big

But I sure could use a break

I’d sure dance a jig

If this weight, you’d take

I need to lose at least forty

But I’d be happy with at least

Another ten, Shorty

Then I’d be released

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Comments (8)

Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago
This was a fun one, I really enjoyed it.
Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
The scale is like the Devil! Lol. Loved your poem!
Denise E Lindquist2 years ago
Great topic!! Poetry makes it short and just enough sweet!😊💕😉
Rene Peters2 years ago
That's so relatable
Donna Renee2 years ago
Lol those things lie to us! Don’t listen ❤️❤️
Hannah Moore2 years ago
Just dont step on the scale! This was so human, made me smile.
Kendall Defoe 2 years ago
And this is why I don't own a scale...
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago
I love this😆😁♥️💯✌️📝Great Piece it made me Smile-