Diet

the site seems to have messed up with this poem so I'm reposting

This 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?”

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Norman 223]

Loved the eponymous name of the owner of the abominable abdominals , together with the colourful finale. You certainly know how to bring out the worst in your character and the belly laughs (sorry, no pun intended) for your readers. Thanks,Woody, for being my favourite sit down comedien.

Norm

[Woody]

hahaha sit down is right. boy I'm so glad you spotted the name, Norm. I had to point it out to some reviewers.
thanks a lot my friend. such a joy to know it made you laugh.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha ha ha...love the ending....i think he's painting himself blue...

very clever and entertaining piece...poor Hugh.

[Woody]

blue sounds good. hard to resist blue.
thank you jacob. much appreciated. glad it made you laugh.

[alifeacoustic]

Ha, superb as ever Woody. Poor Hugh, hope he eventually got some :)

[Woody]

hey alife. thanks a lot. the trick is to choose the right colour :)