Maude was skinny. She was, as her friend Gabriella said, “in need of a good pasture”. It’s not that she was a cow! Of course not; it’s just a metaphor. She was in need of being fattened up in a verdant meadow.
Maude was not worried. She said she was eating well and sleeping well. A lot of people would give a fortune to have her physique. As Maude said to her friend Gabriella, “Some people would die to be as skinny as me.”
And she did.
(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean Sonnet).
Dare I compare you to a hippopotamus?
You know you’re overweight and find it difficult
To wear nice clothes that fit and aren’t preposterous.
It’s really not your fault; it’s how you’re built.
You call me your giraffe because I’m thin.
I try to eat a lot but nothing works.
I walk on legs that look like skinny pins.
You laugh at me, and yes! your laughter irks.
But what a pair we are! The butt of jokes!
The fatty and the skinny grocery shopping!
One short, one tall, a pair, a gal and bloke,
The hippo and giraffe, one lean, one whopping.
And yet you are my love, my day, my night,
My sun, my moon, my stars, my world, my light.
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