So-low tight flare,
Levis five four four-
Aspiring for you, a sight rare
My sprit soar soar soar...
When will that-
28 inch waistline I gain?
Will I ever be able to...
With my greed bargain?
Back to five one one-
A regular pond full of swan.
Loose T-shirts to hide the tiers,
Wish I could melt these with fires.
I have no height-
I have put on weight;
Mastered the taste buds-
But a slave to my fat(e)
How I long to be long-
How I wait to loose weight-
Those culinary delicacies,
Will soon be put to test.
Till then, with my five one one-
I solemnly rest.
