Where do they go? you wonder at a party
as a reed-thin damsel eats like a dandy.
While you take a morsel, bite it sparingly
Afraid that others will see.

Alone by yourself on the treadmill
you trot, an hour a day,
But the inches stay put under your belt,
They just won’t go away.

Kind friends who worry for your health
say, “You are getting bigger aren’t you?
You must do something about it.
Eating a little less would do.”

Years of suffering and I’ve found a way.
I’ve been on it for a month,
I’ve lost an inch, another ten and I’ll be fit
No sweat, no tears, not even a grunt.

I did not spend a cent on any pill,
No secret formula or dieting,
I forget the time, the place, the food
I’ve been at my laptop, rhyming.