I often wonder why a tree
Has grown so much taller than me
They lost DNA design tall
So labelled my box, born size small!
I see the gardener with a strimmer
Works to make big trees grow thinner
I can't be cut by the strimmer
I shall have to eat less dinner.
I have a mind, and will, and soul
If being thin is my next goal
Less is more, half makes me feel whole
I do not need to take a poll
The moral is move more, eat less
So I can wear a fitted dress
Right now my dress is a disguise
To hide the pies with lines and lies
The tree is held up by strong roots
My ankles hide in big, wide boots
Wide shoulders, bat wings, business suits
I drink Chapagne, admiring flutes
I'll know the last thing I must do
Stand by the tree and smile at you
When I change shape, now let's begin
And like that tree look tall and slim
However much my kind friends lie
The truthful mirror tells no lie
My bigger clothes fit me again
Shocked people give me seats on trains
My huband will not let me wait
.He says that it's never too late
He's master of my fate and plate
For tea I just ate half a date
Now all is well as you can see
The whole, wide, wild world's nudging me
I'm not shamed by that tall, pine tree
But, like the palm, it's helping me.
-ends-
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