Oh swinging scale
I know you well
You left and right my efforts
Oh swinging scale
You know me well
You measure and count my intake
Oh swinging scale
I have to tell
Your secrets to my friends
Oh swinging scale
Please go to hell-o?
What is this? Scale o-mine?
The pounds are lower?
The number is fine!
Oh scale! Blessed Scale!
I love you so much!
Yay!
(ok, didn't know how to end it - but you get the idea)
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
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4 comments:
lol!
You've captured that love/hate relationship with the scale pretty well I'd say. :-)
I'm not in love with mine today, but then PMS is hard on all relationships, right?
I love it and I love the ending too. I have a love/hate relationship with my scale too.
This was cute Elicia. : )
How about ending it:
Oh Scale! Blessed Scale!
Today you border on Divine.
That's what came to me anyways. : )
I've been thinking about wtiting another poem for a while now, about excersise of all things.
Funny. Very good expression of the love hate thing.
Good job, word master. Welcome back to poetry land.
Jules
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