Pic Credit: Trail Runner Magazine
Freaking Fat, Ferociously Failed!
A nice cheesy look
Of that creamy little pie,
Calling me by its name,
A temptation to attempt the sin and try;
A big fat birdy, sweet tooth – they called me.
That’s my old dumb life!
Now, I am on a path of change
To achieve the BNA (Brand New Attitude),
Running all around and trying not to stare at my waist.
“You need to lose your waist, dude!”
Thrashed my cinnamon green tea.
I stirred my anger in the peaceful rue!
I tripped on the highest tower,
Winged my body for the most difficult Yoga position.
If I had a fake nose now
I’d be called a clown or a magician.
That’s not what I wanted to infer,
But apparently, it’s the beer talking to my intuition!
Let it all come out in a big case of donuts,
A yellow cake and some alcohol!
“Focus, buddy, focus!”
My small-talk friend held me and made me whole!
She looked right at me and said,
“I am sorry. Do you need a compliment, you big fat bore?”
This is the Fourth poem in the series of NaPoWriMo 2018 challenge.
The song of the day is a little fun one (Maybe, you won’t like it) Do you love me
Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Perhaps, you would relate to the hallucinating part! If yes, feel free to comment on how. If no, then let me know why!
I am Shivesh – Poet, Writer, Actor, Theatre Artist and Now also becoming, Filmmaker (amateur).
One passes a dream of moon,
And I catch it with all my heart;
To live or to just read, a choice they say!
At last, the peanut butter all I found on my turf
The salty, buttery and so smooth,
Its liquefied protein can see my anxiety;
I had had derailed this heavenly taste from my line,
Bring on the Beethoven and all the sanity,
I must confess that I am in love, again!