Hark! The bloated belly here:
Child of mine pleasure and guilt.
Tired grow I of such boisterous baggage –
The time is nigh I tighten such lilt!
Subject to starve, supplementing to stave
Any neglect that might beckon I crave;
Trimmer and slimmer, shrink and subside,
My new fit physique seems to be bona fide.
How be it so? my toil be but spoil
As I lower mine eyes to embonpoint thighs;
My breathless bearing bears facetious façade
Feeding lie after lie whilst I gained fifty-five.
Morning's Early Dark 