My Toes are Stout

My eyes are tired

My legs are fat

My belly wobbles

And my boobs lie flat

My arms are bingo winged

My bum sticks out

My fingers arthritic

And my toes are stout

My hair is grey

My nails crack

My cellulite has cellulite

And my stretch marks are stacked

My hips have rhythm

My back has fat

My jowls jiggle and scowl

And my knees snap

The gyms a distant memory

Dancing is a chore

A night on the town

Something I don’t do anymore

My humour buttons

Gone missing

I am grumpy through and through

I wish I was like new.

© J.Langan  Jan/Feb 2010