Gain and Loss
I’ve found I simply must inure
myself to things I must endure.
I’m overweight and immature
and told my writing is obscure—
written in a dialect
that people find hard to detect.
I joined a gym, but now my trainer
says he cannot make it plainer
than to say I won’t lose weight
until I choose to fill my plate
with other food and smaller portions
to decrease present proportions.
I thought if I became a spinner
I’d become a weight-loss winner,
but in fact, no pounds I’m doffing—
only panting, wheezing, coughing.
But I didn’t waste the time.
At least I came up with this rhyme.
Now perhaps if you’d elect
to check my poem’s dialect,
you’d find that though my waist and thighs
have not decreased in girth or size,
perhaps I have lost one small thang.
Have I lost, perhaps, my Dakota twang?
Today’s prompt words are winner, dialect, coughing, proportion, trainer and obscure. Image by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This was fun to read! 🤩
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Haha! A fun poem Judy.
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You’ll did that’un right~!
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Plus, looks like you unnerstand my dialek!!!
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I think you did good with this poem.
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Thanks, Martha.. Not so good on the exercise machines, though.
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❤️
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Chuckling out loud; cats are surprised.
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Glad you are a good sport, Dolly.
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👍😻
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