MFP Poetry

It all starts so suddenly
Just makes me want to flee.
That moment of worry,
Can I make it if I hurry.
Sometimes it comes out like pee,
making me want to drop to my knee.
Other times its like paste,
coming out without haste.
Somtimes its clumpy,
making me feel all sorts of dumpy.
Waiting for the moment when its done,
God diarrhea is no fun.

I screamed out for you in the middle of the night
You touched my hand and said everything will be alright
I said, "I miss you and need you, it's a tough world."
You kissed my cheek and said, "I'm right beside you funny girl."

Dedicated to my mom, the awesome woman who made me who I am today! I'll love you always & forever. Your "funny girl".

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An original by FPW *sniffle, this is a good one, folks ... I'm proud*

Sing to “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”


Twinkle twinkle, Frito Lay,
Time for you to go away.
Like a fat cell on my butt,
You had me in a giant rut!
Twinkle twinkle, in shape soon
By this time next year in June!

:bigsmile:

my big belly knows what my fine belly wants—

lan­guid, bloated hours in fast-food haunts

the bratwurst trem­bles when it sees my fork

shout­ing, “ please, dear God, spare the pork!”

i rub my lovely belly, and scratch my hun­gry head;

i mum­ble to my plate that my belly must be fed

i reach for some gumbo and more red-eyed ham

i help myself to ‘tat­ters and fresh-boiled lamb

my belly knows well what my big belly needs—

strong tast­ing pump­kin with toasted bar­ley seeds

the fen­nel starts to shriek, the hog’s jowl cries

i make a bloody mess with ketchup and fries

i scratch my big, tight belly as I linger in my bed

sugar plums still danc­ing in my sleep-filled head

i mum­ble to my loved ones that I need to eat

they make me some­thing fast and make it sweet

my large belly knows what my fine belly wants—

strong-starving friends in noisy resto’ rants

the lima beans are howl­ing as they hit my plate

my chop is act­ing skit­tish, say­ing, “Please, please, wait!”

i scram­ble after bacon; I slither after pie

the thought of slaw and frit­ters makes my belly cry

oh, my fine belly knows what my fine belly sees—

but­ter fat on corn­bread and good-old black-eyed peas

I fell from my highest peak................. bottomed out....... in less than a week.......

I cried like a baby....... knowing what happened..... just had to be.........

I dried my eyes...........still breathing heavy......this is getting messy.....

I couldn't blame anyone.......... for what was happening to me......

I looked at myself through the whites of my eyes...........

I saw the strength I had.....and knew this wasn't how I would die....

I felt high...........sober as a funeral for my father........ I couldn't attend....

I have too much bottled up.....how it comes up......sometimes it just depends.......

I stand alone.........maybe why my whole life.....I had so many friends.......

I look through life from a completely different lens.......

I thank God for every adversity...........every situation I was able to learn from....

I found out countless times.... I'm stronger than most......and then some........

I knew the fight wasn't always physical.......but at the same time...... I could never run...

I didn't always choose my battles, others did sometimes.........some were dumb......

I went through growing pains........like a wisdom tooth giving you hell........

I use to read the Bible and National Geographic Magazine laying down in a cell...........

I wonder.......... at this very moment........if you could picture the places I dwell.....

I know some of them are just in my head.............and I start to think........o' well...

I don't really care, this is my own therapy..........I just went to the doctor........

I thank you Jaime.............and sorry I didn't write about past eating habits........ like Whoppers.....

Seventeen Syllables on Binging

Binging every night
It is a terrible fright
Lite is not so light