If only poetry burned calories
One of my favourite ways of passing the time
Is chasing imagery and hunting down rhyme,
But as this takes place inside my head
It’s not enough, or so my doctor’s said.
Poetry feeds my brain and soothes my soul
But it doesn’t help much towards my fitness goals.
If only flexing words could take inches off my thighs!
If only shaping verses was more than mental exercise!
Then losing weight would be a doddle
I’d be as slender as a supermodel.
And on catwalks throughout the land, poets slim and fair
Would be tugging at your heartstrings - and at the same time modelling underwear.
And creative writing workshops would be able to propose
To help you free your inner poet and also lose the kilos.
If only somehow my poetic muse
Could stop me eating biscuits, or get me off the booze
Then I could look forward to life being healthy and long
Literally - or literarily - just for the price of a song!
Would I rather be skinny, and have nothing to say?
Would I trade a way with words and the gift of the gab
For an easy means of shifting some flab?
Stretch marks are annoying, of that there is no doubt
But my brain would explode if it didn’t get its poetic workout.
In the gymnasium of language, access to nearly all is free
And we can drink at the fount of others for nowt or minimal fee
We can expand our minds and our souls, and it's all zero calorie!
Now, I’m far from being sugar free or low fat
I’ve got curves instead of corners, I’ve got to learn to live with that.
But I’ve got words, and words have weight, but they can also reach great heights:
Poetry may not burn calories, but it can help us to see the light.
© Becky Who 2018