Skinny jeans
The waist line fades away,
The flat belly ,bulges to stay,
But the skinny jeans of mine,
‘Ve kept it for someday.
It snugged my lap so cool,
Made me look, beautiful ,
Hiding my lardy beneath,
Curvaceous fit ,made ‘ em drool.
Exertion to burn ,is a lot,
But gobbling i did, never stopped,
A fine day ,discomfort I felt ,
And my favourite pair of jeans, I regret.
Three long years, didn’t get it to wear,
Ever shall it fit , I began to fear,
The bread that I craved ,I stayed away.
A lunar month or so I had to bear.
When I felt light inside,
My skinny jeans I brought in pride,
Slipped in my legs and pulled it up,
It reached the hips a bit too tight.
I slept to stretch the muscles,
Tried to clasp the buttons,
And yea, with God’s name i pulled,
Buttons too close , it fastened.
Ah! Boundless joy ,I laughed,
I did it , I could craft,
Breathing ,was a small issue,
But I fit in my skinny jeans I loved.
