Feeling Fat

My skirt is too tight
    The zip doesn’t meet
       My buttons are bursting
          And I can’t see my feet.
             You could call me fat
                 I would probably agree.
                    One look in the mirror
                        I don’t like what I see.
                     In life’s first queue
                   They let me walk past.
                 I returned to the front
              But still found myself last.
           A slimming club beckons
        I really must try
      To lose weight and look better
   Or just sit here and cry!!!

                                                  Jane Manning