This is a poem written on a good day!
You know, this isn’t really my body,
It doesn’t belong to me
I think somebody crept up and pinched mine
When I wasn’t looking, you see.
My body is taller and slimmer
With slim legs to die for too,
But this one is definitely bigger
In fact, dear, it looks more like you!
No, my body is lithesome and lovely,
And my hair is shiney and brown,
And I’m 36-24-36
And weigh eight stone and ten pounds.
I wear dresses all flowered and pretty,
With cummerbunds wrapped round my waist
And fru fru skirts underneath ‘em
All covered in ribbons and lace.
I dance with the lads at the dancehall
The cha cha, the samba, the waltz
And I never get tired till past midnight
When one walks me home – on the chance!
And I run on the beach in the sunshine,
Holding hands with the wind in my hair
And we write loving words in the wet sand
Just to show the world how much we care.
Then we stroll hand in hand in the moonlight
And kiss and caress in its beams
And he tells me how much he loves me
And we discuss all our hopes and our dreams.
And I know that he thinks I am pretty
And I know he is handsome as well,
And we think that youth lasts forever
And that we’ll always be pretty and swell.
But time has a habit of flying
And the heels that I wore now are gone
And the sweet frothy skirts have now vanished
Along with the dancing and song.
Now walking in sand is nightmare
And running has gone out of the door
And if I go out in the moonlight
I can’t find my way any more.
Now I no longer go dancing til midnight
My body wants cocoa instead
So I rub Deep Heat over my body
And slowly crawl off to my bed.
So. . . I know that this isn’t my body
It doesn’t belong to me
I know somebody crept up and pinched mine
When I wasn’t looking, you see.
arthur Itis