DietA Poem by Woodythe site seems to have messed up with this poem so I'm repostingThis is the story of
Hugh Mongusbum A free spirit and a
wonderful mate Kind and generous as
a rule of thumb Though he’s a little
bit overweight
He’s wife doesn’t
enjoy sex anymore His gut is to blame,
his weight an ordeal Not on the bed, not
even on the floor In his shoes, imagine
how you’d feel
He exercised daily,
went to the gym Worked out ‘n pumped
iron n’ used the treadmill Hoping that one day
he will become slim But fat and flabby he
remained still
The nutritionist saw
the problem straight away So he suggested: “why
don’t you diet?” In Hugh’s face joy
took the place of dismay He said: “which
colour d’you think she’ll like it?”
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Added on February 26, 2016Last Updated on March 16, 2016 Tags: diet, fat, exercise, nutritionist AuthorWoodyMateur, Bizerte, TunisiaAboutok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers. I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..Writing
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