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Dear God, Are You Listening?Dear God, are you listening, As I tell my tale? Cos I have to be real truthful here; I'm feeling rather pale! When I wake up on a morning, I raise my eyes above, But not to have another chat with you, Oh dear God above! You see, I got on the scales to weigh myself, And glory, oh dear me! That needle's gone a little higher... Than I really want it to be! Then I have my breakfast, And then I wish I hadn't ate! Cos my body's on the big side now! And I'm getting into a state! So I pop onto the scales again, But alas, oh woe is me! That needle's in the same ruddy place! And I ain't had dinner, let alone tea! So there I go, raising my eyes up high, Cos my body's just a pain! I want to be a bit slimmer, But don't think I will, not ever again! So then it gets to lunchtime, Oh blimey, here we go! That needle on the scale's still stuck there, And I'm looking a ruddy show! So now it gets to teatime, again!! And so I eat it and finish my meal! And pass the scales in the bedroom, Cos of the way I feel! Then I pass the room again, And espy them ruddy scales! The way I'm going, I swear it, I'm going to look as big as whales!! But at least I'd be hidden in water, But then, I'd probably sink! Yep, I have to say it folks, This weight of mine ruddy stinks!! So I get on the scales again!! After an argument with my head! And that needle's still there, so is the fat; It has to be ruddy said! So I'm going to a Christening party, And bought a lovely dress! And certain I wouldn't get in it, My heart sank, oh what a mess! So I got it out of the wardrobe, And shut my eyes real tight! That's cos I didn't want to cry, Cos I knew I'd get a fright! And glory be, what a surprise, It still fitted, my new frock! I had to sit on the bed a while, Till I got over the shock! So now I think I'm on a roll, To get this fat off really quick!! Cos I have to say, I really hate it so, And I'm feeling really sick! Now though I may not look fat to others, I guess to me I reall am! They say its cos of my diabetes and chair, Of which I'm not a fan! You see, I can go at a real good speed, As long as I'm in my chair, But put me on my legs, alas, And it really isn't fair! So I know that I'm immobile, But that's not my excuse! It's the ‘excuse' of many who love me, Yep, its just a ruse! So one way or another I swear, As I raise my eyes to God above, And shout out, ‘Are you there God? Cos I'm in need of a little love! So can you get this fat off me God, Just a little bit will do! Cos I'm all a mess, I'm all a dither, So I thought I'd chat to you! Now if you cant get my weight off, Can you help me out, cos you see? I need to hate all chocolate, I do! Cos that's not good for me! It's not that I eat much, But I do have a little bit! But the way I am, like I say, This frock is not gona fit!!! Amen!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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