The plain truth that I can’t escape,
My tummy shape is out of shape.
Part of my chest now rests around my belt.
Yep, my stomach is no longer trim and svelte.
Seeing and touching my toes,
Well, you know how that goes.
A flat stomach declares muscles abound.
Tummy, belly and gut says nice and round.
They can say what you want, I won’t be hurt.
I’ll cover my tummy with a nice loose shirt.