She was beautiful and she loved her donuts
Perfect face. Perfect body. Passable personality.
I felt she was donuts obsessed and ate too many of them.
She said I work out. I burn off the calories and can eat
All the donuts I want, which I’m going to keep doing.
Years later, after she turned forty, she complained to me.
“You were right,” she said. “Now I have a donut belly with
All the fat around my waist like an imitation innertube
Shaped like a round donut.”
“But,” she said. “I have a plan. I’m going to just eat those
Rectangular cruller donuts and slim down with a waist like them.”
Crazy as this sounds, somehow it worked. Her waist
Got slim again.
Or maybe she was just messing with me.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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