Gims, I have tears of joy. What a wonderful, inspirational poem of support and it makes my resolve even greater. I am down even more this morning, see below...You ladies are my heart, I want you to know that.

This morning I am proud to say,
another two pounds have dropped away.

Not sure where they went, no where to be found,
but that makes me happy, to be thinner I abound.

Since August 28th., I have lost a whole nine,
it'll be even more since I'm learning how to dine.

With you gals in my corner how could I fail,
through this trying time I will easily sail.

So Edelweill, Jabber, Gims and all,
we'll have a cyber party when I'm finally small.

So watch this site for updated info,
and meet the new thin me to get a new intro.

One way or another I will find a way,
to post a picture on that happy day.

Chatty,

Can't wait to see,
the new, thinner you.

Though I must confess,
I have a tiny, little request.

Don't go lose,
Your warm, loving spirit,
For that's the one thing,
Which defines you best!

Wow ladies, Chatty pointed me in the direction of this thread, I will be penning with ya'll in a wee while. I usually or rarely write poetry that ryhms...not sinse I was a teenager, but I love all this work. Hmmmmm...

I will be back soon with my offerings

Poppie

Glad you stopped by Poppie...Come again soon.

The Couch Potato

Had a fight with my ex as he laid on my couch,
I'm so tired of his being nothing but a grouch.

I took him in in March when he was ill,
now months later he's still here and I need a pill.

They repoed his car so he wants to use mine,
I told him forget it fool, don't cross that line.

I don't do his laundry, buy or cook his food,
one of the reaons he's in such a bad mood.

I wish I had never met him, or taken him in,
the slug would already be dead if murder wasn't a sin.

Now between a rock and a hard place is where I'm at,
all I can do is stew and fret, and swear a lot, oh drat!

The excuse now is he can't look for work with no car,
and if he got a job by some miracle he couldn't go far.

No money, no car, no job and no ambition,
tell me does anyone know if to Europe there's extradition.

On a slow, slow boat to China I'd gladly pay his fare,
and take a deep breath once I know they're keeping him there.

It's my own fault for being soft and letting him stay,
If you want to see me happy, please bend a knee and pray...

Couch potato, couch potato,
Get off your manly backside,
Ex offered temporary shelter,
Not a place to veg out or hide.
Stop takin' advantage,
With your free loadin' style,
Stop livin' the crazy, helter skelter manner,
Like some irresponsible child!

Couch potato, couch potato,
Just gets fatter.
Jump up, spin around, turn yourself to batter.
Run in place like chatty does,
Stretch, kick and wiggle.
Makes you feel good enough to jiggle the giggle
It pumps up your heart,
And feeds your brain.
You have pounds to lose, and muscles to gain!

Poppie,
Glad to hear from you. Pop in any time and create somethin' cool!

You gals are great. Chatty, I love how you started writing poetry about your live-in. What a hoot. I so wish he'd leave because I'm sure his rotten moods must drag you down. I don't know how you do it.

chatty's got a heart of gold,
but boy does that guy have a hold.
i wish he'd pack up and run,
so chatty could have more fun.
i don't want her to worry,
or be in a flurry
because he's in a foul mood,
he could change her good attitude.

We love you chatty! Don't let him get you down.

Dotsie, WHO/you, said you can't write poetry??? Well, this one is awesome and right on subject. I love it...I write about this because it is ever on my mind, driving me nuts. He is dragging me down, especially since they repoed his car he keeps hinting to use mine.

NO END IN SIGHT

One day on the phone we met,
a day I will never forget.

He came to town after a year,
to visit me, his darling dear.

He stayed and never went back,
we married shortly, I had fallen for his crap.

Soon it became apparent,
his sly motives were inherent.

After six turbulant years we divorced,
but nothing followed the right course.

Now today fourteen years later,
he is back and the stress is far greater.

I know I should have him evicted,
with his murder I'd never be convicted.

Your honor, I did it in self defense,
his troublesome presence became too immense.

I see no solution on the horizon,
unless I drop over and the Lord keeps me from a risen...

Dotsie,
I love your poem.

Chatty,
Sorry 'bout the male, pitchin' garbage. You're not the first gal who fell for bologna from some silver tongued devil. Been there.
Done that.