One coping tool, and a real Blessing for me these many years of pain
has been the means to laugh at myself despite, or maybe because, of
the full range of absurdities visited upon my frame and spirit through
pain and surgery and healing and pain and surgery and healing again
so many deja vu moments come a visiting I at one point lost count of
the numerous surgeries.......
So I laugh, and think maybe a laugh will help y'all as it does me.
The Land of Frump
I live in the land of Frump
as my bod has become oh so plump
yes, I was fairly fit
and was exercise lit
so the bod had stayed fairly trim.
Then one day as I traveled on
a freeway to go work, not yawn
the calamity struck
and I thought "oh no, yuck"
I don't drive an accordion!
So the meds and the surgery
have wrought havoc restoring me
and from exercise fit
gone to FRUMP, this is it
and the trim bod is now full of flab.
But the thing about land of Frump
and not being just pleasingly plump
is frustration with this
because nothing now fits
as a roll now is where there was rock.
Huh, so this is the melancholy
gift of eating and joy merrily
where food once did not stick
it now globs on, oh ick
and 'tis true, it will all go to WAIST!
Thus when living now in land of FRUMP
and not wanting unpleasingly plump
so these sweats, they do fit
and the waist doesn't sit
always where was intended to be placed.
And the face now has chinny chin chin
you can count them, develop a grin
'cause the guy who had health
and could move fairly stealth
is not shark, but more likely a blimp.
So, he works at reduction a bit
to see whether old clothes will ever fit
OR more likely the case
to donate them, not waste
things that others can use and be set.
As the new mayor in Land of Frump
where the once fit, but now oh so plump
take a new reverie
from this plight, if you please
I declare time to laugh, No MALAISE!!!
Hope you enjoyed it,
Laughing at myself all of the way,
and Praying too,
can't forget that,
Mark56 or is it 45, or 38, or 32....... ah to have a 32 waist again.... maybe 29