A lovely poem from one of our very talented residents!

A poem from one of our very talented residents of Margaret House, who is also a published poet!

Obesity

There is no doubt about it, I'm getting fat. A side glance in the mirror is sure proof of that. I can no longer disguise the unseemly bulge Caused by the grub in which I indulge, Toffees and cakes, tarts, biscuits and ices Are but a part of my Epicurean vices. Trying on jackets gives rise to despair, My wardrobe is full of gear I can’t wear, My trousers, metaphorically, give vent to screams, As they finally give up, and split at the seams. Oh! How I wish for my once youthful figure as my expanding paunch gets bigger and bigger, My feet are increasingly hard to access and my efforts to diet show little success. I don’t wish to become as thin as a doormat, Nor irrevocably doomed to a globular format. I only wish to become wholesomely thinner Without the need to forego each tasteful dinner, Saying “no!” to all that makes eating a pleasure Just to fit into a one metre measure. Perhaps now is the time for illusory juggle, To black out the mirrors, and give up the struggle.