POEM: Changelings
This was composed for the CPC Saturday Share collab poetry challenge. The muse line this week was “If I were trimmer and slimmer.”
CHANGELINGS
I loved those swimmers all buff and quite tall,
especially the ones who wore nothing at all
back in my nudist colony days, I recall;
which I really enjoyed, at least up until Fall.
So I went on a diet and exercised heavily,
worked out under sheets with a woman named Beverly,
controlling my calorie intake quite cleverly.
After awhile I’d lost much of my frieght,
which is to say I weighed in at less weight;
until I was perfect, and really felt great!
But Beverly dumped me. You see she liked plumpy,
and I was no longer as soft or as lumpy.
I was able to steal a girlfriend from Gumby
who twisted, contorted in manner most comely.
But she was all green, and it rubbed off on me.
Nor could I ever match her flexibility.
So back to her claymation friends she did flee.
Was in the end all the sacrifice worth it?
I did get a lot, but it seemed like a surfeit.
So I let myself go, and now Bev and I sure fit!
A lesson was learned and it may bear repeating.
Changing yourself may become self-defeating.
Somewhere out there may be someone worth meeting
who finds you, as you are, jumpstarts their hot heartbeating!
Copyright October 6th 2012 RGD
The weightwatchers who gained a line: Bettie, Diane (2), tony.