Thursday, January 12, 2012

TODAY I SHOP FOR NEW JEANS


My old ones have split at the seams              
before holiday dinners
my waistline was thinner
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans
I sort through the rows
of sizable clothes
extending now into the teens
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans
plate after plate
of the goodies I ate
blew my diet to smithereens
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans
I’ve been to the gym
and still can’t get slim
it’s harder to do than it seems
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans
I stand on the scale
as my face starts to pale
how could this happen I scream
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans
I bump into Sue
She must need jeans too
I’m so glad it isn’t just me
sadly I know what this means

Do you need to shop for new jeans?


5 comments:

Patsyann@sonic.net said...

This poem is so funny and so sad at the same time. You are not alone, I'm sure. Weight loss programs sprout overnight after the holidays.
Your poem puts a humorous face on a not so humorous problem.
Patsy Ann Taylor

barb bits said...

Thanks, Patsy. I hope I don't have to wear those big jeans too long. I'm working on getting back into the old jeans.

barb bits said...

This comment emailed from my sister, Nan:

"hope you find a pair that don't look like 'mom jeans"lol. cute poem"

victoria said...

This is so funny! If I were your neighbor we could walk down through the lanes twice a day!This is NOT the fun kind of shopping! Love when you put the facing of every day life into words!

barb bits said...

Thanks, Vickie. I'd love it if we were closer to walk with you every day. Move to Napa!